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dean cutsforth - the man who swapped his drink for a straw lyrics

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i want a chapel, high on a hill
i want a choir who will harmonize on cue
your grand cathedral, miles higher still
shakes from the tattle of the discord that we spew

i want the dressings, and i need the flair
i need the form before the function is discussed
you strip me down, my soul is bare
unveil my embers as they fall and turn to dust

and i need more before i’ve even had a few

i am a man of brittle fabric
and all my seams come loose
so why should a plan of dismal tactics
and all my dreams come true
and i am a man who would trade his drink for a straw

i want a friendship with other dean
i’d like to know you how the rest of them think you are
’cause i know the real you
you’re sight unseen
please listen to my words, and not this nice guitar

and i am more than just a little undeserving
i am a man of fickle standing
and all my thoughts recede
do do do do
and i never can predict my landing
’cause all my dross impedes
do do do do
and i am a man who would trade his feet for a chair

swaps, got, want, need
had a dream
split the seam wide
open my mouth to sing
songs of dichotomy
and you, we’re one
but i, i

i am a man of brittle fabric
and all my seams come loose
do do do do
so why should a plan of dismal tactics
and all my dreams come true
do do do do
and i am a man who would trade his drink for a straw

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