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The City [Live at Sticky Studios]
by Ed Sheeran
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what I'm into
And this tower is alive (oh, oh, oh, oh)
The lights that blind keep me awake (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Got my hood up and lace untied (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And sleep fills my mind (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don't control what I'm into (oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
The pavement is my friend (oh, oh, oh, oh)
It will take me where I need to go (oh, oh, oh, oh)
So I find it trips me up (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And puts me down (oh, oh, oh, oh)
This is not what I'm used to (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And the shop across the road
Fulfills my needs and gives me company
When I need it
Voices speak through my walls (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow (oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
What I do isn't up to you
And 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
The black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
I 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 lies
This city won't erase me (oh, oh, oh, oh)
But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me
It's all the same scene, music is my life (oh, oh, oh, oh)
But now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North, South, East, West, London's my home now (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Knees weak, but we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly (oh, oh)
And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me
London calls me a stranger
And 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 isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This city never sleeps
I hear the people walk by when it's late
And sirens bleed through my windowsill
I can't close my eyes
Don't control what I'm into
And this tower is alive (oh, oh, oh, oh)
The lights that blind keep me awake (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Got my hood up and lace untied (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And sleep fills my mind (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don't control what I'm into (oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
The pavement is my friend (oh, oh, oh, oh)
It will take me where I need to go (oh, oh, oh, oh)
So I find it trips me up (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And puts me down (oh, oh, oh, oh)
This is not what I'm used to (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And the shop across the road
Fulfills my needs and gives me company
When I need it
Voices speak through my walls (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I don't think I'm gonna make it
Past tomorrow (oh, oh, oh, oh)
London calls me a stranger
A traveler, oh-oh, oh-woah
This is now my home, my home
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
What I do isn't up to you
And 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
The black smoke gets your head into a muddle, like
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like
I 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 lies
This city won't erase me (oh, oh, oh, oh)
But I can't help to see how this dark city changed me
It's all the same scene, music is my life (oh, oh, oh, oh)
But now I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North, South, East, West, London's my home now (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Knees weak, but we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly (oh, oh)
And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me
London calls me a stranger
And 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 isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
Oh-oh, I'm burning on the back street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, stuck here sitting in the backseat (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Oh-oh, and I'm blazing on the street (oh, oh, oh, oh)
What I do isn't up to you
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two
