Ed Sheeran – You Need Me, I Don’t Need You

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Now I'm in town, break it down, thinking of making a new sound
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 Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
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That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now,  see me lose focus, as I sing to you loud
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   And I can't, no, I won't hush, I’ll say the words that make you blush, I’m gonna sing this now

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   See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is, I’m like glue, I stick to other artists
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   I'm not you, now that would be disastrous, let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
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See,  I'm real, I do it all, it's all me,  I’m not fake, don't ever call me lazy
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   I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free, suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me

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  'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me man

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I sing and write my own tune, and I write my own verso, don’t need another word-smith to make my tune sell
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 Call yourself a singer-writer, you're just bluffing
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Your name's on the credits and you didn't write nothing
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   I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool, I will blast and I didn't go to Brit School
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   I came fast with the way I act, right,  I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe

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   And I won't be a product of my genre, my mind will always be stronger than my songs are
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 Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya,  always read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
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   And musically I'm demonstrating, when I perform live, feels like I am meditating
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 Times at the Enterprise when some fella filmed me, ’A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi'

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  'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me

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'Cause with the lyrics I'll be aiming it right, I won't stop till my name's in light
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At Stadium Heights with Damien Rice, on red carpets, now I'm on arabian nights
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Because I'm young and all my brothers gonna give me advice
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Long nighter, short height and I'm gone hyper,  never be anything but a singer-songwriter
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   The games over but now I'm on a new level, watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal


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   People think that I'm bound to blow up, I’ve done around about a thousand shows
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But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch, so you can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out wow

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   From day one, I've been prepared, with V05 wax for my ginger hair, so now I'm
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   back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds, ’cause it's another day plus I'll keep my
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 last name forever keep the genre pretty basic, gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
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And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift, into another rappers shoes using new laces
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Selling cds from my rucksack aiming for the papers, selling cds from my rucksack aiming for majors
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Nationwide til' we're just jack, soon as I get the bus back, clean cut kid without a razor for the mustache

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I hit back when the pen hurts me, I’m still a choir boy in a French church tee
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I'm still the same as a year ago, but more people hear me though
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According to the myspace and youtube videos

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I'm always doing shows, if I'm not I'm in the studio, truly broke, never growing up call me Ruffio
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 Melody music maker, reading all the papers, they say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator

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  'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me

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I still got a rucksack with the old clothes, I rap with cold flows, I'm back with the most jokes
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In fact you don’t know, on tracks I throw blows to make my punch lines relevant
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   If you can't keep up you'll get none, you're celibate
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My   flows developing, skin lacks the melanin, give me shot of adrenaline and I get it in
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I do it for the hell of it, ever since I hit the mainstream with The A Team I seem to sell a bit
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I took what held me back with the women and then I packaged the image, put in some content and
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I then I sold it back as a gimmick, the fact is this: I'll end up dating actresses
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Wake up on dirty mattresses, I think I need to practice this
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   But I make shit happen, call me a laxative,  world's on my shoulders, I don't even know what Atlas is
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   Hard bars sharp like cactus is
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I'm back to rap and back to back, cause I've been practicing, I'm back to sing this

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  'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you, you need me man
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I don't need you, you need me man, I don't need you at all, you need me man I don’t need you