| Give me a rainy, grey, drizzly day
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| I feel okay when the skies are grey
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| Like a bullfrog in the reeds
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| A tiny pulse is all i need
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| Dismal city
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| That’s where i belong
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| Dismal city
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| It’s got it going on
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| Your idea of fun’s not mine
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| I like to go where the sun don’t shine
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| Sunlight falls it’s much too harsh
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| I’d rather bloat in a cool dank marsh
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| Dismal city
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| That’s where i belong
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| Dismal city
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| It’s right here in this song
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| Through the endless grey parade
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| Of terraced houses in the shade
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| To the statues in the park
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| Where moss grows in the dark
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| Dismal city
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| That’s where i belong
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| Plump & round on a lilipad
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| I think of you and i ain’t half glad
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| Too much brightness is a blight
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| Twilight’s where i feel alright
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| Dismal city
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| That’s where i belong
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| Dismal city
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| I love it when it all goes wrong
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| England is a dismal place
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| Woah oh-oh oh-oh
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| I’ve got england on my face
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| Woah oh-oh oh-oh
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| Don’t get too big for your boots
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| And don’t stray too far from your roots
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| Negative, not moi, you know
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| I need someplace to go
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| Dismal city
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| That’s where i belong
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| Dismal city
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| I love it when it all goes wrong
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| Dismal city
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| It’s got it going on
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| Dismal city
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| That’s where i belong
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| Oh yeah |