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There's a thunder storm a-brewin' |
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And the day is turning gray |
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There ain't much to say about the weather |
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The shower stall is leakin' |
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And the ceiling's fallin' in |
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And I'm getting twenty bills to every letter |
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I've got to move myself out to the country |
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I'm lookin' out for any place at all |
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I'm gonna spend another Fall In Philadelphia |
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A roving band of youths beat up on Johnny |
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Everybody's gettin' richer sellin' that dope |
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Say, the stolen bikes are gathering by the thousands |
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Along with seven million people without a hope |
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I guess I have to face the fact as real |
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I think I feel my back up against the wall |
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I'm gonna spend another Fall In Philadelphia |
