The City

ed sheeran - the city tabbed by joel . email me at skymooster@gmail . com . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - chord diagrams Em 7 - 7 - 9 - 9 - 8 - 7 D 5 - 5 - 7 - 7 - 7 - 5 C 3 - 3 - 5 - 5 - 5 - 3 C * 0 - 3 - 2 - 0 - 1 - 3 D * 0 - 5 - 4 - 0 - 2 - 5 Em * 7 - 7 - 5 - 0 - 0 - 7 G 3 - 5 - 5 - 4 - 3 - 3 Em D C Em D C this city never sleeps Em D C i hear the people walk by when it’s late Em D C sirens bleed through my window sill , i can’t close my eyes Em D C don’t control what i’m into Em D C this tower is alive Em D C the lights that blind keep me awake Em D C with my hood up and lace untied , sleep fills my mind Em D C don’t control what i’m into C * D * Em * G london calls me a stranger , a traveller C * D * G this is now my home , my home Em D C oh , oh , i’m burning on the back streets Em D C oh , oh , stuck here sitting in the back seat , Em D C oh , oh , and i’m blazing on the street C * and what i do isn’t up to you , D * and if the city never sleeps then that makes two Em D C the pavement is my friend Em D C it will take me where i need to go Em D C i find it trips me up , and puts me down Em D C this is not what im used to Em D C the shop across the road Em D C fulfills my needs and gives me company , when i need it Em D C voices speak through my walls , i dont think im gonna make it Em D C past tomorrow C * D * Em * G london calls me a stranger , a traveller C * D * G this is now my home , my home Em D C oh , oh , i’m burning on the back streets Em D C oh , oh , stuck here sitting in the back seat , Em D C oh , oh , and i’m blazing on the street C * and what i do isn’t up to you , D * and if the city never sleeps then that makes two C * D * and my lungs hurt , and my ears bled , Em * G with the sound of the city life , echoed in my head C * D * do i need this , to keep me alive G the traffic stops and starts but i need to move along Em im from a city where the rain wont cease D C pollution in the air matches that on the street Em the black smoke gets you head into a muddle , like D C walking into elephant syringes in the puddle , like Em i was a country boy when i moved out D C grew up too fast for my family to find out Em now i try to stop my music running into nosedives D C cant resort to arrogance with white lies Em this city wont erase me D C but i cant help to see how this dark city changed me Em its all the same scene , music is my life D C but i try to fight whatever i need to hide from Em north , south , east , west , D C londons my home now , knees weak , but we never slow down Em now i start to do my music properly D C and stay from all the negative shit that will follow me C * D * Em * G london calls me a stranger , a traveller C * D * G this is now my home , my home Em D C oh , oh , i’m burning on the back streets Em D C oh , oh , stuck here sitting in the back seat , Em D C oh , oh , and i’m blazing on the street C * and what i do isn’t up to you , D * and if the city never sleeps then that makes two Em D C oh , oh , i’m burning on the back streets Em D C oh , oh , stuck here sitting in the back seat , Em D C oh , oh , and i’m blazing on the street C * and what i do isn’t up to you , D * Em and if the city never sleeps then that makes two