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When we lay, down to sleep
I pray your love, my soul to keep
Every heart has its king
And every drunk, has his drink

So don’t say it’s the last time
I put my lips to the holy wine
Cause I come here broken inside
But I leave here sanctified.


Maybe I, lost my head
But your body, is my bread
And man can’t live, on bread alone
Or voices through, the telephone


So don’t say it’s the last time
I put my lips to the holy wine
I drop to my knees so broken inside
And I leave here sanctified


I Pray your love
My soul to keep
Lost my head, Yeah

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