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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 |
