Ed Sheeran - The City

This city never sleepsI hear the people walk by when it's lateSirens bleed through my windowsillI can't close my eyesCan't control what I'm intoThis tower is aliveThe lights that blind keep me awakeWith my hood up and lace untiedSleep fills my mindCan't control what I'm intoLondon calls me a strangerA travelerThis is now my home, my homeI'm burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI'm blazing on the streetWhat I do isn't up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes twoThe pavement is my friendAnd it will take me where I need to goI find it trips me upAnd puts me downThis is not what I'm used toThe shop across the roadFulfills my needs and gives me companyWhen I need itVoices speak through my wallsI don't think I'm gonna make itPast tomorrowLondon calls me a strangerA travelerThis is now my home, my homeI'm burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI'm blazing on the streetWhat I do isn't up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes twoAnd my lungs hurtAnd my ears bledWith the sound of the city lifeEchoed in my headDo I need this to keep me alive?The traffic stops and startsBut I need to move alongLondon calls me a strangerThis is not my home, homeI'm burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI'm blazing on the streetWhat I do isn't up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes two
This city never sleepsI hear the people walk by when it's lateSirens bleed through my windowsillI can't close my eyesCan't control what I'm intoThis tower is aliveThe lights that blind keep me awakeWith my hood up and lace untiedSleep fills my mindCan't control what I'm intoLondon calls me a strangerA travelerThis is now my home, my homeI'm burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI'm blazing on the streetWhat I do isn't up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes twoThe pavement is my friendAnd it will take me where I need to goI find it trips me upAnd puts me downThis is not what I'm used toThe shop across the roadFulfills my needs and gives me companyWhen I need itVoices speak through my wallsI don't think I'm gonna make itPast tomorrowLondon calls me a strangerA travelerThis is now my home, my homeI'm burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI'm blazing on the streetWhat I do isn't up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes twoAnd my lungs hurtAnd my ears bledWith the sound of the city lifeEchoed in my headDo I need this to keep me alive?The traffic stops and startsBut I need to move alongLondon calls me a strangerThis is not my home, homeI'm burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatI'm blazing on the streetWhat I do isn't up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes two

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