| 01 |
This city never sleeps |
| 02 |
I hear the people walk by when it’s late |
| 03 |
Sirens bleed through my windowsill |
| 04 |
I can’t close my eyes |
| 05 |
Don’t control what I’m into |
| 06 |
And this tower is alive |
| 07 |
The lights that blind keep me awake |
| 08 |
Hood up and lace untied |
| 09 |
The sleep fills my mind |
| 10 |
Can't control what I’m into |
| 11 |
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| 12 |
London calls me a stranger, a traveller |
| 13 |
This is now my home, my home |
| 14 |
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| 15 |
I’m burning on the back street |
| 16 |
Stuck here sitting in the backseat |
| 17 |
I’m blazing on the street |
| 18 |
What I do isn’t up to you |
| 19 |
If the city never sleeps |
| 20 |
Then that makes two |
| 21 |
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| 22 |
The pavement is my friend |
| 23 |
It will take me where I need to go |
| 24 |
I find it trips me up |
| 25 |
And puts me down |
| 26 |
This is not what I’m used to |
| 27 |
The shop across the road |
| 28 |
Fills my needs and gives me company |
| 29 |
When I need it |
| 30 |
Voices speak through my walls |
| 31 |
I don’t think I’m gonna make it |
| 32 |
Past tomorrow |
| 33 |
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| 34 |
London calls me a stranger, a traveller |
| 35 |
This is now my home, my home |
| 36 |
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| 37 |
I’m burning on the back street |
| 38 |
Stuck here sitting in the backseat |
| 39 |
I’m blazing on the street |
| 40 |
What I do isn’t up to you |
| 41 |
If the city never sleeps |
| 42 |
Then that makes two |
| 43 |
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| 44 |
And my lungs hurt |
| 45 |
And my ears bled |
| 46 |
With the sound of the city life |
| 47 |
Echoed in my head |
| 48 |
Do I need this to keep me alive? |
| 49 |
The traffic stops and starts |
| 50 |
But I need to move along |
| 51 |
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| 52 |
London calls me a stranger |
| 53 |
This is not my home, home |
| 54 |
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| 55 |
I’m burning on the back street |
| 56 |
Stuck here sitting in the backseat |
| 57 |
I’m blazing on the street |
| 58 |
What I do isn’t up to you |
| 59 |
And if the city never sleeps |
| 60 |
Then that makes two |
