Lirik Lagu The City (Live At Sticky Studios) - Ed Sheeran
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This city never sleepsI hear the people walk by when it’s lateSirens bleed through my windowsillI can’t close my eyesDon’t control what I’m intoThis tower is aliveThe lights that blind keep me awakeWith my hood up and lace untiedSleep fills my mindDon’t control what I’m into
London calls me a strangerA travellerThis is now my home, my homeI’m burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatAnd I’m blazing on the streetWhat I do isn’t up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes two
The pavement is my friendIt 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 roadFulills my needs and gives me companyWhen I need itVoices speak through my wallsI don’t think I’m gonna make itPast tomorrow
London calls me a strangerA travellerThis is now 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
And 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 along
I’m from a city where the rain won’t ceasePollution in the air matches that on the streetThe black smoke gets you head into a muddle, likeWalking into elephant syringes in the puddle, likeI was a country boy when I moved outGrew up too fast for my family to find outNow I try to stop my music running into nosedivesCan’t resort to arrogance with white liesThis city won’t erase meBut I can’t help to see how this dark city changed meIt’s all the same scene, music is my lifeBut now I try to fight whatever I need to hide fromNorth, South, East, West, London’s my home nowKnees weak, but we never slow downNow I start to do my music properlyAnd stay from all the negative shit that will follow me
London 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
London calls me a strangerA travellerThis is now my home, my homeI’m burning on the back streetStuck here sitting in the backseatAnd I’m blazing on the streetWhat I do isn’t up to youAnd if the city never sleepsThen that makes two
The pavement is my friendIt 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 roadFulills my needs and gives me companyWhen I need itVoices speak through my wallsI don’t think I’m gonna make itPast tomorrow
London calls me a strangerA travellerThis is now 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
And 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 along
I’m from a city where the rain won’t ceasePollution in the air matches that on the streetThe black smoke gets you head into a muddle, likeWalking into elephant syringes in the puddle, likeI was a country boy when I moved outGrew up too fast for my family to find outNow I try to stop my music running into nosedivesCan’t resort to arrogance with white liesThis city won’t erase meBut I can’t help to see how this dark city changed meIt’s all the same scene, music is my lifeBut now I try to fight whatever I need to hide fromNorth, South, East, West, London’s my home nowKnees weak, but we never slow downNow I start to do my music properlyAnd stay from all the negative shit that will follow me
London 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
