with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody Hennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the block Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top? I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy With my head in the sky Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die So see the signs, stand to the side Open your eyes and take a look and realise The resurrection's arrived And as the mist clears, homie I arise From my tomb in disguise I'm all alone, Alonestar Urban Angel rising from the ashes Surprising all haters, guiding, advising them all to steady move Now back up! Move on, forget it Now move on, forget it All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music Who did it, who is it, who's in it, who ...what the fuck does it matter? Chitter chatter, don't matter, yidder, yidder, yadder It don't matter to me All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, can you hear me? Yellow Pages (Ed Sheeran 2007) I felt the fall on my breast At the bottom of my stomach She put my hand on her chest While she looked into my eyes You rescued me And called up these words in threes