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
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Sick city in your mind
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Sick city sometimes
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Sick city left you way behind
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Throught 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
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Sick city in your mind
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Sick city sometimes
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Sick city left you way behind
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Sick city sometimes
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Sick city in your mind
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Sick city sometimes
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Sick city left you way behind
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Sick city sometimes
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Sick city in your mind
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Sick city sometimes
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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
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Sick city in your mind
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Sick city sometimes
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Sick city left you way behind
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Sick City Sometimes
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The Buzzcocks |