Slow down little girl
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You've lost your way in the 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
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Says the matroness
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She never cries, she never lets
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Her sorrows get the best of her
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She makes a kind of music
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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
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Scraped by for first month's rent
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Guessed with her brain
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She could find a job in management
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She showed promise in algebra
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But now her talent's spent
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On other's people's dough
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On the dark streets below
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So get up, kid
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Your're ... again
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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
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Came over on a ship
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It was like a floating oil drum
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Had barely made the trip
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She knew that she'd been screwed
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As soon as she'd pulled up on the spit
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Now she knows the dark streets below
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These folks got nowhere left to go
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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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On The Dark Streets Below
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Murder By Death |