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Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, |
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But the one that |
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I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head. |
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I could turn this into song or cheap fantasy, |
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But whatever |
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I've ignited will still burn in me. |
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Bread and wine, bread and wine, your heart ain't nearly as guilty as mine. |
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I'm a dark heavy heart. |
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I'm a soul full of holes. |
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I'm a boat that is sinking, muddy waters threatening this baggage in my hold. |
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And there's a line in my head from an old gospel song, |
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But no matter how hard |
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I try, the words they just come out wrong. |
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Bread and wine, bread and wine your thoughts aint nearly as wicked as mine. |
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Bread and wine, bread and wine your cross aint nearly as heavy as mine. |
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I've been graced by the gift of a gold wedding band. |
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I've been soothed by the simple caress of my true love's hand. |
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And yet I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs, |
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And the one that |
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I'm with is not the one that |
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I'm dreaming of. |
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Bread and wine, bread and wine, won't you please be my bread and wine. |
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Bread and wine, bread and wine, won't you please be my bread and wine. |
