| This is a song with a message
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| I want you to heed my warning
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| I wanna tell you all a story
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| About this chick I know
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| They call her «Amphetamine Annie»
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| She’s always shovelling snow
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| I sat her down and told her
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| I told her crystal clear
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| «I don’t mind you getting high
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| But there’s one thing you should fear»
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| «Your mind might think its flying, baby
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| On those little pills
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| But you ought to know it’s dying, 'cause
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| Speed kills»
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| But Annie kept on speeding
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| Her health was getting poor
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| She saw things in the window
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| She heard things at the door
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| Her mind was like a grinding mill
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| Her lips were cracked and sore
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| Her skin was turning yellow
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| I just couldn’t take it no more
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| She thought her mind was flying
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| On those little pills
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| She didn’t it was going down fast, 'cause
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| Speed kills
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| Well I sat her down and told her
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| I told her one more time
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| «The whole wide human race has taken
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| Far too much methedrine»
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| She said «I don’t care what a Limey says
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| I’ve got to get it on
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| I’m not here to just see no man
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| Who come from across the pond
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| She wouldn’t heed my warning
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| Lord, she wouldn’t hear what I said
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| Now she’s in the graveyard, and she’s
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| Awfully dead |