She was wearing
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A real live dress
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Waiting for a friend of mine
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She was wearing
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A real live dress
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Waiting for a friend to undermime
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This dress was better than flesh
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She wore it when she wanted us to look our best
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She hadn't worn it for a long time
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But now we are three
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One scattered
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Two fallow
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Three that's me
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I mean who really gives a fuck
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About that dress
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Not me
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Or my then friend
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Or the mess
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That enlivened the dress
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There's no subsitute for human flesh
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Real live dress
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| Smog |
