I can feel in my bones now,
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My bones now, oh god, oh, oh god, oh oh
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Our city scrape breathes though weak at her knees
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We are islands and these are our streets
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I got my self over with this crowd
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Can you feel it in your bones now, my bones now,
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Oh god, oh, oh god, oh oh
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Our city scrape lies on the streets where we hide
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We are islands and this our life
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I got myself over this with this crowd, yeah
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Yeah, I got myself over with you, got myself over with ...
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Oh I can feel it and it's so real, oh I can feel it
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We are islands, oh I can feel it and it's so real
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Oh, I can feel it,
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Got myself over
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Islands
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| Sick City |
