| Slow down, little girl
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| You’ve lost your way in this world
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| Slow down, and start again
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| You’ll feel much better in the end
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| Annie’s always been a live one, says the matroness
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| She never cries she never lets her sorrow get the best of her
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| She makes a kind of music of the buttons popping off her dress
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| She knows that’s just the way it goes
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| On the dark streets below
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| Adelle came from a decent town, scraped by for first month’s rent
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| Guessed with her brain she could find a job in management
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| She showed promise in algebra but now her talent’s spent
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| On other people’s dough
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| On the dark streets below
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| So get up kid
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| You’re not licked yet
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| I never knew a time
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| When you wouldn’t take a bet
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| Slow down, little girl
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| You’ve lost your way in this world
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| Slow down, start again
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| You’ll feel much better in the end
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| August from the old country, came over on a ship
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| It was like a floating oil drum, had barely made the trip
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| She knew that she’d been screwed as soon she’d pulled up to the spit
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| Now she knows (Girls like her don’t go)
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| The dark streets below
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| These folks got nowhere left to go
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| But the dark streets below
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| The dark streets below
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| The dark streets below
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| The dark streets below
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| The dark streets below |