| 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 |