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It was an filthy block of flats |
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Trash was on the floor |
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The stink was in my nose |
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Hinges off the door |
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She took me in her room |
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All was spick and span |
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Fixed me up a drink |
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Turned down all the lamps |
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And the rain fell down |
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On the cold hard ground |
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And the phone kept ringing |
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And we made sweet love |
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Why do we live in this strange grey town? |
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They build it up let it all fall down |
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Feel like we're all living in a battleground |
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Everybody's jazzed |
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Why do we live in this strange grey town? |
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The paint is peeling and the sky's turned brown |
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The bankers are wankers every Thursday night |
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they just vomit on the ground |
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And the rain fell down |
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On the cold hard ground |
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And the phone kept ringing |
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And we made sweet love |
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And we made sweet love |
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Everybody's dreaming |
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Everybody's screaming |
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Watching the rain fall down |
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She cooked me up some eggs |
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Then she made some tea |
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Kissed me on the check |
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Then I turned on her tv |
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It was usual the crap |
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All the usual sleaze |
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For 10.000 quid |
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Some bimbo spilled the beans |
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And the rain fell down |
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On the cold hard ground |
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And the phone kept ringing |
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And we made sweet love |
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And we made sweet love |
![Rain Fall Down [Radio Edit]](/storage/15/144685.jpg "Rain Fall Down [Radio Edit]")