Amphetamine Annie-Dog
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Has her leash and a face
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Her velvet spleen
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Her shackle spine
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Her diamond curse
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It comes with mine
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A vessel she for violent I
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Confession arms a wake
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Mine, mine, you were always mine
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Possessed by my taste
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And below, the angel dog
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Combs her hair and sings her psalms
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The bombs go off, she doesn’t notice
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It all goes wrong, she sets things tragic
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She is Venus, she is Mars
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She’s electric, and the struggle of
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Upon her face, we leave no trace
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But in her stomach, mercury aged
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She holds the blood
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She carves the knives
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She tapes the wires in our babies
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Amphetamine Annie-Dog
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Pulls her trash and her stories
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From place to place, and bed to bed
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Gives of herself and the magnet head
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Another floor, another ceiling
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Counting stars with double meanings
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Is it wrong to be swallowed whole?
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To disappear in her?
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To give to her the priceless peace
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Of giving up control?
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We tumble out into the streets
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And Annie-Dog, she drags her leash
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Pretty face, ugly mouth
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Bitter bred and so released
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And by the no, and in the yes
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Annie goes, if you couldn’t guess
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A simple man, a sycophant
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Her elephant with the laughing call
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She wants clean sheets, and fresh flowers
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And dental shots, and the Hong Kong glue
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Amphetamine Annie-Dog
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Has her leash and a face |