| It was a filthy block of flats
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| Trash was on the floor
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| A stink was in my nose
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| Hinges off the doors
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| She took me in her room
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| All was spic 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 and let it all fall down
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| Feel like we’re 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 turned brown
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| The bankers are wankers, every Thursday night
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| They just vomit on that ground
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| And the rain fell down
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| The cold grey town
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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 scheming
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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 cheek
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| And I turned on her TV
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| It was all the usual crap
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| All the usual sleaze
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| For ten thousand quid
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| Some bimbo spilled the beans, yeah
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| And the rain fell down
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| On the cold grey town
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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, yeah
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| And the rain fell down
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| And we made, and we made, and we made sweet love
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| And the phone kept, the phone kept ringing, yeah
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| Yeah
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| And the phone kept ringing
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| The phone kept ringing, yeah
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| And the rain… rain… rain… rain…
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| Rain… rain… rain… rain… rain… rain… |