
时间:2007-05-15
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I dreamt of a suit a suit so fine
I dressed my words in
Sewn and tailor made with song in mind made of melody
Stitched by threads of notes
With perfect pitch perfectly composed
Sound in tune and key a code of rhythm and harmony
But when I awoke my coat was worn and my words were plain
Each song that
I sang all the notes were wrong and poorly played
Both my sleeves had holes
My knees were patched my shoes needed soles
No clever disguise no way to hide my offensive tone
But I I wish for you more than
I can give than
I can doYeah you you deserve the best
An anthem not my hand me down tune
Yeah you you deserve the best
An anthem not my hand me down tune