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conversations.value: Write me a song called You Need Me, I Don’t Need You with the following description: “You Need Me, I Don’t Need You” is the tenth track off of Ed Sheeran’s debut studio album, +. This song, often played as a high-energy finale (or something close to the last song) at many of his shows, sometimes consists of other, longer verses and guitar/loop pedal interludes. At his iTunes 2012 live performance, the song went on for nearly 20 minutes.
  This song is about record companies, Ed Sheeran is making a point about how the record company needs him and his talent to make money however he doesn’t need them to make money. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  I don't want bruise your ears
  Or hurt you again
  But I got back-stabbed by a black cab
  When I needed a friend
  [Verse 1]
  Now I'm in town, break it down, thinkin' of making a new sound
  Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd
  That's you now, ciao, seems that life is great now
  See me lose focus as I sing to you loud
  And I can't, no, I won't hush
  I'll say the words that make you blush
  I'm gonna sing this now (Oh, oh)
  See, I'm true, my songs are where my heart is
  I'm like glue, I stick to other artists
  I'm not you, now, that would be disastrous
  Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures
  See, I'm real, I do it all, it's all me
  I'm not fake, don't ever call me lazy
  I won't stay put, give me the chance to be free
  Suffolk sadly seems to sort of suffocate me
  [Chorus]
  'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you at all
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you at all
  You need me [Verse 2]
  I sing and write my own tune and I write my own verse, hell
  Don't need another wordsmith to make my tunes sell
  Call yourself a singer-writer, you're just bluffin'
  Name's on the credits and you didn't write nothin'
  I sing fast, I know that all my shit's cool
  I will blast and I didn't go to BRIT School
  I came fast with the way I act, right
  I can't last if I'm smokin' on a crack pipe
  And I won't be a product of my genre
  My mind will always be stronger than my songs are
  Never believe the bullshit that fake guys feed to ya
  Always read the stories that you hear in Wikipedia
  And musically, I'm demonstratin'
  When I perform live, feels like I am meditating
  Times at the enterprise when some fella filmed me
  A young singer-writer like a Gabriella Cilmi
  [Chorus]
  'Cause you need me, man, I don’t need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you at all
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you at all
  You need me [Verse 3]
  'Cause with the lyrics, I'll be aimin' it right
  I won't stop till my name's in lights at stadium heights with Damien Rice
  On red carpets, now, I'm on Arabian Nights
  Because I'm young, I know my brother's gonna give me advice
  Long nighter, short height and I'd gone hyper
  Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah
  The game's over, but now, I'm on a new level
  Watch how I step on the track without a loop pedal
  People think that I'm bound to blow up
  I've done around about a thousand shows, but
  I haven't got a house, plus, I live on a couch
  So you believe the lyrics when I'm singin' them out
  Wow, from day one, I've been prepared
  With V05 wax for my ginger hair
  So now, I'm back to the sofa
  Givin' a dose of what the future holds 'cause it's another day
  Plus, I'll keep my last name forever, keep this genre pretty basic
  Gonna be breakin' into other people's tunes when I chase it
  And replace it with the elephant in the room with a facelift
  Slipping into another rapper's shoes usin' new laces
  I'm sellin' CDs from my rucksack aimin' for the papers
  Sellin' CDs from my rucksack aimin' for the majors
  Nationwide tour with Just Jack, still had to get the bus back
  Clean cut kid without a razor for the moustache
  I hit back when the pen hurts me
  I'm still a choir boy in a Fenchurch tee
  I'm still the same as a year ago, but more people hear me, though
  According to the MySpace and YouTube videos
  I'm always doin' shows, if I'm not, I'm in the studio
  Truly broke, never growin' up, call me Rufio
  Melody music maker, readin' all the papers
  They say I'm up and comin' like I'm fucking in an elevator [Chorus]
  'Cause you need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you at all
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you
  You need me, man, I don't need you at all
  You need me, man, I don't need you