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
This tower is alive
the lights that blind
keep me awake
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
I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do isn’t up to you
If the city never sleeps
then that makes two
The pavement is my friend
it will 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
I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do isn’t up to you
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
London calls me a stranger
This is not my home home
I’m burning on the back street
Stuck here sitting in the backseat
I’m blazing on the street
What I do isn’t up to you
If the city never sleeps
then that makes two
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