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The City ukulele

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Ed Sheeran - The City

Tabbed by Joel. Email me at skymooster@gmail.com .

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Chord Diagrams
Am  7-7-9-9-8-7
C   5-5-7-7-7-5
F   3-3-5-5-5-3
F*  0-3-2-0-1-3
C*  0-5-4-0-2-5
Am* 7-7-5-0-0-7
C   3-5-5-4-3-3


Am C F

Am             C     F
 This city never sleeps

Am                                  C     F
 I hear the people walk by when it's late

Am                                     C     F
Sirens bleed through my window sill, I can't close my eyes

Am                       C     F
Don't control what I'm into

Am              C     F
This tower is alive

Am                              C     F
The lights that blind keep me awake

Am                              C     F
With my hood up and lace untied, sleep fills my mind

Am                       C     F
Don't control what I'm into

F*         C*                 Am*         C
   London calls me a stranger, a traveller

F*         C*          C
   This is now my home, my home

Am     C            F
Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

Am        C     F
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

Am              C         F
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

    F*
And what I do isn't up to you, 

           C*
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

Am                C     F
The pavement is my friend

Am                                C     F
  It will take me where I need to go

Am                    C     F
I find it trips me up, and puts me down

Am                    C     F
This is not what I’m used to

Am                   C     F
  The shop across the road

Am                                 C     F
   Fulfills my needs and gives me company, when I need it

Am                            C             F
Voices speak through my walls, I don’t think I’m gonna make it

Am         C     F
Past tomorrow

F*         C*                 Am*         C
   London calls me a stranger, a traveller

F*         C*          C
   This is now my home, my home

Am     C            F
Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

Am        C     F
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

Am              C         F
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

    F*
And what I do isn't up to you, 

           C*
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

F*                  C*                 
   And my lungs hurt, And my ears bled,

Am*                               C
  With the sound of the city life, echoed in my head

F*               C*          
  Do I need this, to keep me alive

C
The traffic stops and starts but I need to move along

Am
I’m from a city where the rain won’t cease

  C                          F
Pollution in the air matches that on the street

     Am
The black smoke gets you head into a muddle, like

C               F
Walking into elephant syringes in the puddle, like

Am
  I was a country boy when I moved out

C                     F
Grew up too fast for my family to find out

Am
Now I try to stop my music running into nosedives

C                              F
Can’t resort to arrogance with white lies

Am
  This city won’t erase me

    C                            F
But I can’t help to see how this dark city changed me

Am
It’s all the same scene, music is my life

   C                   F
But I try to fight whatever I need to hide from

Am
  North, South, East, West, 

            C                     F
London’s my home now, knees weak, but we never slow down

Am
Now I start to do my music properly

    C                     F
And stay from all the negative shit that will follow me

F*         C*                 Am*         C
   London calls me a stranger, a traveller

F*         C*          C
   This is now my home, my home

Am     C            F
Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

Am        C     F
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

Am              C         F
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

    F*
And what I do isn't up to you, 

           C*
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

Am     C            F
Oh, oh, I'm burning on the back streets

Am        C     F
Oh, oh, stuck here sitting in the back seat,

Am              C         F
Oh, oh, and I'm blazing on the street

    F*
And what I do isn't up to you, 

           C*                                     Am
And if the city never sleeps then that makes two

            
            
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midgetgem4000 10 Apr 30, 2016 01:44 PM

Chords are all wrong xoxoxoxoxoxo (they told me I need ten word so this is what I'm writing to make it up)

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