Ed Sheeran – The City

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   This city never sleeps,             I hear the people walk by when it's late
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 Sirens bleed through my windowsill, I can't close my eyes
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 Don't control what I'm into

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   And this tower is alive,               the lights that blind keep me awake
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With my hood up and lace untied,  and sleep fills my mind
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 Can't control what I'm into

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   London calls me a stranger,  a traveler,   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 is not up to you, and if the city never sleeps, then that makes two

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   The pavement is my friend,             and it will take me where I need to go
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 I find it trips me up,  and    puts me down, this is not what I'm used to

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   And the shop across the road
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   Fulfills my needs and gives me company, when I need it
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 Voices speak through my walls,  I don't think I'm gonna make it, past tomorrow

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   London calls me a stranger,  a traveler,   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 is not up to you, and if the city never sleeps, then that makes two

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   And my lungs hurt,  and my ears bled,  with the sound of the city life, echoed in my
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 head, do I need this   to keep me alive? The traffic stops and starts, but I need to move along

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   London calls me a stranger          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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        And I'm blazing on the street
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 What I do is not up to you, and if the city never sleeps, then that makes two