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Lowlife - it's real |
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It's Friday night and you've got no steel |
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You can cry all you like |
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But the truth still hurts and the hurt still bites |
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And it all comes down to a very low high |
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No give - no take |
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You can't rely on a state of grace |
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You can cry all you like |
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But the pressure's on when the vein gets tight |
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And it's all because of these cynical times |
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Lowlife, Lowlife |
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No aim -no goal |
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No guiding light that can take control |
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You can cry all you like |
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But you still don't speak to a world outside |
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And it's all because of the sun in your eyes |
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Lowlife, Lowlife |
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You can have it all but not at all fill that hole |
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You can make this deal go underground |
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All the saints are praying hard for your soul |
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You can buy some wheels and run them down |
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No aim - no goal |
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No guiding light that can take control |
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And it all comes down to a very low life |
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Lowlife, Lowlife |
