I dreamt of a suit a suit so fine 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 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 I can give, than I can do
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Yeah 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
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Hand-Me-Down Tune
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The Avett Brothers |