| The city never sleeps,
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| I hear the people walk by when it’s late,
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| Sirens beat through my window cill,
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| I can’t close my eyes,
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| Don’t control what I’m into.,
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| This town is alive,
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| With lights that blind keep me awake,
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| Put my hood up, unlace and tie,
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| The street fills my mind,
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| Don’t control what I’m into.,
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| London calls me a stranger,
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| A traveller Ohoohohh,
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| This is now my home, My home,
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| Oh Woah,
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| Burning on the back street,
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| Oh Woah,
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| Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
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| Oh Woah,
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| And I’m blazing on the street,
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| What I do isn’t upto you,
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| And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.,
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| The pavement is my friend,
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| It’ll take me where I need to go,
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| If I find it trips me up,
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| And puts me down,
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| This is not what I’m used to.,
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| The shop across the road,
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| It fills my needs and keeps me company,
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| When I need it,
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| Voices beat through my walls,
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| I don’t think I’m gonna make it,
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| Past to-mor-roow.,
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| London calls me a stranger,
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| A traveller Ohoohohh,
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| This is now my home, My home,
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| Oh Woah,
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| Burning on the back street,
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| Oh Woah,
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| Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
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| Oh Woah,
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| And I’m blazing on the street,
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| What I do isn’t upto you,
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| And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.,
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| And my lungs hurt,
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| And my ears bled,
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| With the sounds of the city life,
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| Echoed in my head,
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| Do I need this, To keep me alive?
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| The traffic stops and starts but I,
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| Need to move alone.
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| London calls me a stranger,
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| This is now my home, Home,
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| Oh Woah,
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| Burning on the back street,
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| Oh Woah,
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| Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
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| Oh Woah,
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| And I’m blazing on the street,
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| What I do isn’t upto you,
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| And if the city never sleeps then that makes two. |