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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 |
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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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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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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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London calls me a stranger |
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This is not my home, 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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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 |