| You’re a complicated person
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| With some educated friends
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| And you tend to form your sentences
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| From words wrote on your hands
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| But you wake up the rhythm in me
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| And you wake up the rhyme
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| I thought you were special but you’re low life
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| And you’ve got no inhibitions
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| And you’re almost always rude
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| And I don’t know where your mind is
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| When my hands are touching you
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| But you wake up the rhythm in me
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| You wake up the rhyme
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| I thought you were special but you’re low life
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| Low life, low life, low, low life
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| And when you pull the trigger in me
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| My life isn’t mine
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| They said you were special but you’re low life
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| And you wake up the rhythm in me
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| And you wake up the rhyme
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| I thought you were special but you’re low life
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| Low life, low life, low, low life, low life
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| Low life, low |