The City

This city never sleeps

I hear the people walk by when it's late

Sirens bleed through my windowsill

I can't close my eyes

Don't control what I'm into

And this tower is alive

The lights that blind, keep me awake

With my hood up and lace untied

Sleep fills my mind

Can't control what I'm into

London calls me a stranger, a traveller

This is now my home, my home

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street

Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat

Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street

What I do is not up to you

'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two yeah

The pavement is my friend

And it'll take me where I need to go

I find it trips me up

And puts me down

This is not what I'm used to

And the shop across the road

Fulfils my needs and gives me company

When I need it

Voices speak through my walls

I don't think I'm gonna make it

Past tomorrow

London calls me a stranger, a traveller

This is now my home, my home

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street

Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat

Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street

What I do is not up to you

'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two

And my lungs hurt and my ears bled

With the sound of the city life echoed in my head

Do I need this to keep me alive?

The traffic stops and starts but I need to move along

I'm from a city where the rain won't cease

Pollution in the air matches that on the street

'Cause the black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like

Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like

Was a country boy when I moved out

Grew up too fast for my family to find out

Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives

Can't resort to arrogance with white lines now

And this city won't erase me

But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me

It's all the same see, music is my life, but

I try to fight whatever I need to hide from

North, South, East, West, London's my home now

Knees weak, but we never slow down

Now I start to do my music properly

And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me

London calls me a stranger

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This is not my home now, my home

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street

Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat

Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street

What I do is not up to you

'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two

Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street

Oh-oh, stuck here, sitting in the backseat

Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street

What I do is not up to you

'Cause if the city never sleeps then that makes two