Sick On Seventh Street

What's it like to have the world on a string
 Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing?
 When it's down to the last hour
 Down to the last power
 You know how to sit back and collect your own win
 Who are you
 When no one sees?
 It's awfully convenient
 That the devil's in your details
 Are the dirty little reasons in me
 Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
 I want to dance with all your friends
 Come plant a kiss on my lips
 In the back of the bar
 In New York City
 I'm feeling
 Sick little boys with their sick little games
 Sick little feelings in my sick little brain
 If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch
 You're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match
 Sick in the head
 I want to dance with all your friends
 Come plant a kiss on my lips
 In the back of the bar
 In New York City
 I'm feeling
 Sick of that shit
 I don't want to fall asleep like this
 Come plant a kiss on my lips
 In the back of the bar
 In New York City
 I'm feeling sick
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 Who are you
 When no one sees?
 It's awfully convenient
 That the devil in your details
 Are the dirty little reasons in me
 Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
 I want to dance with all your friends
 Come plant a kiss on my lips
 In the back of the bar
 In New York City
 I'm feeling
 Sick of that shit
 I don't want to fall asleep like this
 Come plant a kiss on the lips
 In the back of the bar
 In New York City
 I'm feeling
 Sick