| Im sorry ma’am for the way I’ve treated your love
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| You’re as soft as quilts and lined with guilt
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| but thats just how you were
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| all crumpled, all crooked
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| second hand and made in japan, thats my love
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| given to me by jim macgee
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| but thats just how it was
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| you were damp, you were lost
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| and did you ever feel the saaame?
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| or was it all a labeled gaaame?
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| and there she comes with her perfect sea mile dress
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| you know the one thats quilted across the breast
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| i love that dress
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| I’m sorry for the way that I’ve treated your love
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| we had a pact but i was fucked
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| thats just how it goes
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| you were lonesome, you were stoned
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| did you ever dream of me?
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| before you were taken by the machine?
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| there she comes with her perfect sea mile dress
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| you know the one thats a cut above the rest?
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| oh man i love that dress
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| oh and in time in time you’ll meet another miller in your life
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| full a final, a crimson
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| door to door
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| a second hand love |