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I dreamt of a suit a suit so fine |
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I dressed my words in |
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Sewn and tailor made with song in mind made of melody |
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Stitched by threads of notes with perfect pitch, perfectly composed |
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Sound in tune and key, a code of rhythm, and harmony |
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But when I awoke my coat was worn and my words were plain |
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Each song that |
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I sang all the notes were wrong and poorly played |
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Both my sleeves had holes, my knees were patched, my shoes needed soles |
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No clever disguise no way to hide my offensive tone |
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But I, I wish for you more than |
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I can give, than |
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I can doYeah you, you deserve the best an anthem not my hand-me-down tune |
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Yeah you, you deserve the best an anthem not my hand-me-down tune |
