| When you don’t know who you are
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| And you’re walking with a scar
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| In the places that are breaking down your mind
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| It’s a complicated day
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| Busy people on their way
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| Mirrored buildings reflecting in your eyes
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, in your mind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, left you way behind
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| Through the paper and the trash
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| All the needles, and the cash
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| Side by side with the man in the big car
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| Then, it turns the dead of night
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| And you get into a fight
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| And the blades run down your back, like superstars
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, in your mind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, left you way behind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, in your mind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, left you way behind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, in your mind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, left you way behind
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| Now the buildings take a fall
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| And it tries to kill us all
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| In the name of something zero in your mind
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| Now the buildings take a fall
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| And it tries to kill us all
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| In the name of something zero in your mind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, in your mind
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| Sick city sometimes, sick city, left you way behind |