The city never sleeps,
I hear the people walk by when it's late,
Sirens beat through my window sill,
I can't close my eyes,
Don't control what I'm into.,

This town is alive,
With lights that blind keep me awake,
With my hood up, and lace untied,
The street fills my mind,
Don't control what I'm into.,

London calls me a stranger,
A traveller Ohoohohh,
This is now my home, My home,
Oh Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
And I'm blazing on the street,
What I do isn't upto you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.,

The pavement is my friend,
It'll take me where I need to go,
If I find it trips me up,
And puts me down,
This is not what I'm used to.,

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The shop across the road,
It fills my needs and keeps me company,
When I need it,
Voices beat through my walls,
I don't think I'm gonna make it,
Past to-mor-roow.,

London calls me a stranger,
A traveller Ohoohohh,
This is now my home, My home,
Oh Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
And I'm blazing on the street,
What I do isn't upto you,
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two.,

And my lungs hurt,
And my ears bled,
With the sounds 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

Im from a city where the rain won't cease
Pollution in the air matches that on the street
The black smoke gets your head in a muddle, like
Walking into elephants syringes in the puddle, like
I was a country boy when I moved out
Grew up to 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
But I cant help to see how this dark city changed me
It's all the same scene, music is my life
But I try to fight whatever I need to hide from
North South East West
London's my home now knees weak but we never slow down
Now I start to do my music properly
And stay away from the negitave s**t that will follow me

London calls me a stranger,
This is now my home, Home,

Oh Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
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 Woah,
Burning on the back street,
Oh Woah,
Stuck here, sitting in the back seat,
Oh Woah,
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.