| It’s midnight downtown. |
| It’s been raining for days
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| Rain beats down
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| It covers the streets with its sparkling skin
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| In the deli purple light
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| A woman in a party dress pays for some milk
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| Yellow cab stops for a light
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| Two men in black hats are running
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| A messenger on a bike
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| Pile drivers pounding. |
| They’ve set up some lights
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| They’re digging a hole. |
| It’s filling up with black water
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| Rainy days. |
| Rainy nights
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| Steam rises, covers the city
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| Pieces of old newspaper float like paper boats
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| They slide along the rushing water in the gutter
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| Rainy days. |
| Rainy nights
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| Rain falls down and covers the city
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| It falls from fabulous heights
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| Covers the streets with its sparkling skin
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| And over on Jane street they’re shooting that movie again
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| They just can’t seem to get it right
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| Behind a warehouse in a burned out building
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| A man is sleeping in a cardboard box on a pile of salt
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| Rainy days. |
| Rainy nights
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| Rain falls down and covers the city
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| It falls from fabulous heights
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| Covers the streets with its sparkling skin
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| A man on a park bench
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| He sits in the pouring rain |