conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The City with the following description: “The City” describes Ed’s experiences in London after moving there at age 16 to focus on his music career. Ed played at small venues even when he no longer had money for rent, and claimed homeless for the greater part of 3 years between 2008 and 2010.
  He has since gone from sleeping outside Buckingham Palace to playing in front of thousands at the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee Concert. Now, London no longer “calls him a stranger,” but welcomes him graciously. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  This city never sleeps
  I hear the people walk by when it's late
  Sirens bleed through my windowsill
  I can't close my eyes
  Don't control what I'm into
  And this tower is alive
  The lights that blind keep me awake
  Hood up and lace untied
  Sleep fills my mind
  Can't control what I'm into
  [Pre-Chorus]
  London calls me a stranger, a traveller
  This is now my home, my home (Woo)
  [Chorus]
  I'm burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  I'm blazing on the street
  What I do isn't up to you
  If the city never sleeps, then that makes two
  [Verse 2]
  The pavement is my friend
  It will take me where I need to go
  I find it trips me up
  And puts me down
  This is not what I'm used to
  And the shop across the road
  Fills my needs and gives me company when I need it
  Voices speak through my walls
  I don't think I'm gonna make it
  Past tomorrow [Pre-Chorus]
  London calls me a stranger, a traveller
  This is now my home, my home (Woo)
  [Chorus]
  I'm burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  I'm blazing on the street
  What I do isn't up to you
  If the city never sleeps, then that makes two
  [Bridge]
  And my lungs hurt and my ears bled
  With the sound 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
  [Pre-Chorus]
  London calls me a stranger
  This is not my home, home
  [Chorus]
  I'm burning on the back street
  Stuck here sitting in the backseat
  I'm blazing on the street
  What I do isn't up to you
  If the city never sleeps, then that makes two