| All I see here, grey and gloom
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| Looks like it’s gonna rain again
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| All I see here, grey and gloom
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| Looks like it’s gonna rain again
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| Rain
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| Yo, I’m from the south side of Manny
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| But you can find me where shelter’s at
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| Empty bottles in the rain locate just where the elders sat
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| Rainbows only lead pots to piss in
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| Lots of wrong decisions
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| You can hear the optimism if you stop and listen
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| The block we live in block the sun from giving vitamin D
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| Depression setting in the wettest settings
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| Red letter headings, get ignored
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| Steppers stepping, get on board
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| Before them grey cloud circulate, rain down percolate
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| Street gutters wash away the heat from us
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| Umbrellas between lovers, yeah, we rum and seek cover
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| The city never sleeps, there’s zombies in the stairwell
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| Lost another one, no one cared to share a farewell
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| And hell yeah, care for all our welfare
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| Off the streets, free your mind, peace and love to me and mine
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| Children of Zeus, the truth
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| And you can choose to read the signs or you can drown
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| The storm’s coming, keep inside, keep inside
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| All I see here, grey and gloom
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| Looks like it’s gonna rain again
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| (The storm’s coming, keep inside, keep inside)
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| All I see here, grey and gloom
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| Looks like it’s gonna rain again
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| (The storm’s coming, keep inside)
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| Rain
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| Rain again
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| Rain again
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Rain again
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| What you know about this, eh?
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| And what you know about this?
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| Rain again
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| The storm’s coming, keep inside, free your mind
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| Yo, daily struggles, see the spectrum in puddles
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| Water mixed with the oil, bring that shit to the boil
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| Cellophane and the foil, pebbles mixed with the soil
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| Don’t mix your money with friends
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| You’re either rich or you’re loyal
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| Trying to make my way up the ladder, slipping on land and on snakes
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| You see the devil in a man when he breaks, yeah
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| They wanna know how much a man can withtake
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| Screams in the night, you struggle just to read and to write
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| Money brings another reason to fight, three strikes
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| Keep your fam' close, bouquets hanging on every lamp post
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| From here to Ancoats, you pay the price with pink stained bank notes
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| Skyscraper, no perspective from it either
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| Extra heater, no electric with the metre
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| Caught in the storm, you should’ve stayed indoors
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| It’s bare drama, when it rains, it pours, when it rains, it pours
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| All I see here, grey and gloom
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| (Yeah)
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| Looks like it’s gonna rain again
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| (Bare drama, when it rains, it pours, when it rains, it pours)
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| All I see here, grey and gloom
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| Looks like it’s gonna rain again
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| (Bare drama, when it rains, it pours, when it rains, it pours) |