Amphetamine annie-dog
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Has her leash and a face
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Her velvet spleen her shackle spine
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Her dimond curse
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It comes with mine
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A vessel she
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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
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She doesn't notice
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It all goes wrong
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She sets things tragic
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She is venus
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She is mars
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She's electric
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And the struggle of
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Upon my 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 digs the wives in our babies
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Amphetamine annie-dog
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Pulls her trash
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And her stories
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From place to place
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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 stairs 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 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
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Ugly mouth
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Bitter bred and so released
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And by the no
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And by the yes
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Annie goes if you couldn't guess
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A simple man
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A sycophant
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Her elephant with the laughing call
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She wants clean sheets
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And fresh flowers
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And dental shots
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And the hong kong glue
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Amphetamine annie-dog
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Has her leash and a face
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Annie-Dog
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| Smashing Pumpkins |
