Now I'm in town, Break it down,
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Thinkin' of making a new sound
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Playing a different show everynight in front of a new crowd,
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That's you now, Ciao,
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Seems that life is great now,
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See me loose focus, as I sing to you loud.
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And I can't. No. I won't hush,
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I say the words that make you blush,
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I gonna sing this now (ow, ow)
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See I'm true, my songs are where my heart is,
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I'm like glue, I stick to other artists,
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I'm not you, now that would be disastrous.
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So let me sing and do my thing,
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And move to greener pastures,
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See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me,
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I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy,
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I won't stay put,
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Give me a chance to be free
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Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me,
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Cause' you need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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Until, You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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Until, you need me.
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See, I write my own tune,
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And I write my own verse,
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Don't need another wordsmith, to make my tune sell.
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Call yourself a singer-writer,
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You're just bluffing,
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Your names on the credits,
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You didn't write nothing,
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I sing fast,
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I know that all my sh*ts cool,
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I will blast,
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And I didn't go to brit school.
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I came fast with the way I act, right.
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I can't last if I'm smoking on a crack pipe,
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I won't be a product of my genre,
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My mind will always be stronger than my songs are,
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Never believe the bullsh*t that the fake guys feed to ya'
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Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia,
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And musically I'm demonstrating,
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When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
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Times at The Enterprise when some fella filmed me
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A young singer-writer like Gabriella Cilmi
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you,
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Until, You need me, man, I don't need you,
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You need me, man, I don't need you,
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You need me, man, I don't need you,
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Until, You need me.
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With the lyrics I'll be aiming it right,
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I won't stop till' my names in lights,
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At stadium heights,
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With Damien Rice, on red carpets
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Now I'm on Arabian nights,
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Because I'm young, and I know my brothers' gonna give me advice.
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Long nighter, short height and I've gone hyper
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Never be anything but a singer-songwriter
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The games over but now I'm on a new level
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Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
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People think that I'm bound to blow up
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I've done around about a thousand shows
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But I haven't got a house plus I live on the couch
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So you can be the lyrics when I'm singing them out
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(Wow)
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From day one, I've been prepared
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With vo5 wax for my ginger hair
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So now I'm back to the sofa giving a dose of what the future holds
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Cause it's another day
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Plus I'll keep my last name forever keep the genre pretty basic
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Gonna be breaking into other people's tunes when I chase it
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And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
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Into another rappers shoes using new laces
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Selling cds from my rucksack aiming for the papers
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Selling cds from my rucksack aiming for majors
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Nationwide til' we're just jack, soon as I get the bus back
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Clean cut kid without a razor for the moustache
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I hit back when the pen hurts me
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I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
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I'm still the same as a year ago
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But more people hear me though
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According to the myspace and youtube videos
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I'm always doing shows, if I'm not I'm in the studio
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Truly broke, never growing up call me *Ruffio
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Melody music maker
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Reading all the papers
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They say I'm up and coming like I'm f*cking in an elevator
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Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You need me, man, I don't need you, at all
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You need me, man, I don't need you
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You Need Me, I Don't Need You
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Ed Sheeran |