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[ti:The City (Live At Sticky Studios)] |
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[ar:Ed Sheeran] |
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[al:5] |
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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 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'll 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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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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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 a city where the rain won't cease |
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Pollution in the air matches that on the street |
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The black smoke gets you head into a muddle like |
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walking into elephant syringes in the 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 |
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Can't resort to arrogance with white lies |
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This city won't erase me |
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But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me |
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It's all the same scene, music is my life |
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But now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from |
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North, south, east, west, London's my home now |
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Knees weak, but we never slow down |
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Now I start to do my music properly |
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And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me |
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London calls me a stranger |
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This is not my home |
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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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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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