Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs,
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But the one that 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 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. 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 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 I'm with is not the one that 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.
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