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This city never sleeps |
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I hear the people walk by when it's late |
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Sirens bleed through my windowsill |
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I can't close my eyes |
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Don't control what I'm into |
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This tower is alive |
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The lights that blind keep me awake |
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With my hood up and lace untied |
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Sleep fills my mind |
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Don't control what I'm into |
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London calls me a stranger |
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A traveller |
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This is now my home, my home |
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I'm burning on the back street |
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Stuck here sitting in the backseat |
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And I'm blazing on the street |
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What I do isn't up to you |
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And if the city never sleeps |
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Then that makes two |
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The pavement is my friend |
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It will take me where I need to go |
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I find it trips me up |
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And puts me down |
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This is not what I'm used to |
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The shop across the road |
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Fulfills my needs and gives me company |
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When I need it |
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Voices speak through my walls |
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I don't think I'm gonna make it |
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Past tomorrow |
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London calls me a stranger |
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A traveller |
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This is now my home, my home |
| [02:52.81] |
I'm burning on the back street |
| [02:56.66] |
Stuck here sitting in the backseat |
| [03:01.02] |
I'm blazing on the street |
| [03:04.17] |
What I do isn't up to you |
| [03:05.68] |
And if the city never sleeps |
| [03:07.21] |
Then that makes two |
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And my lungs hurt |
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And my ears bled |
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With the sound of the city life |
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Echoed in my head |
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Do I need this to keep me alive? |
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The traffic stops and starts |
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But I need to move along |
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I'm from the city where the rain won't cease, |
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Pollution in the air matches that on the streets, |
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The black smoke, |
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Gets your head in to a muddle like, |
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Waliking into elephants, Syringes in a puddle like, |
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I was a country boy when I moved out, |
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Grew up too fast for my family to find out, |
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Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives, |
| [03:44.38] |
Can't resort the arrogance with white lights, |
| [03:47.08] |
The city won't erase me, |
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But I can't help but see just how this dark city changed me, |
| [03:51.20] |
It's all the same scene, music is my life, But now I try to fight whatever |
| [03:54.88] |
I need to hide from, |
| [03:56.16] |
North, South, East, West, Londons my home now, knees weak, |
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But we never slowed down, |
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Now I start to do my music properly, |
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And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me. |
| [04:05.93] |
London calls me a stranger |
| [04:14.15] |
This is not my home, home |
| [04:25.44] |
I'm burning on the back street |
| [04:29.04] |
Stuck here sitting in the backseat |
| [04:33.88] |
I'm blazing on the street |
| [04:36.17] |
What I do isn't up to you |
| [04:38.16] |
And if the city never sleeps |
| [04:39.46] |
Then that makes two |
| [04:43.66] |
Burning on the back street, |
| [04:47.24] |
Stuck here sitting in the back seat, |
| [04:51.98] |
And I'm blazing on the street, |
| [04:54.45] |
What I do isn't upto you, |
| [04:56.27] |
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two |
