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| 1. |
| 3:12 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:15 |
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| 3. |
| 3:55 |
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| 4. |
| 4:54 | 
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It was a filthy block of flats
Trash was on the floor A stink was in my nose Hinges off the doors She took me in her room All was spic and span Fixed me up a drink Turned down all the lamps And the rain fell down On the cold hard ground And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love Why do we live in this strange grey town? They build it up and let it all fall down Feel like we're living in a battleground Everybody's jazzed Why do we live in this strange grey town? The paint is peeling and the sky turned brown The bankers are wankers, every Thursday night They just vomit on that ground And the rain fell down The cold grey town And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love And we made sweet love Everybody's dreaming Everybody's scheming Watching the rain fall down She cooked me up some eggs Then she made some tea Kissed me on the cheek And I turned on her TV It was all the usual crap All the usual sleaze For ten thousand quid Some bimbo spilled the beans, yeah And the rain fell down On the cold grey town And the phone kept ringing And we made sweet love And we made sweet love, yeah And the rain fell down And we made, and we made, and we made sweet love And the phone kept, the phone kept ringing, yeah Yeah And the phone kept ringing The phone kept ringing, yeah And the rain... rain... rain... rain.... Rain... rain... rain... rain... rain... rain... |
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| 5. |
| 5:10 |
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| 6. |
| 3:33 |
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| 7. |
| 3:12 |
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| 8. |
| 4:06 |
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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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| 10. |
| 3:47 |
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| 11. |
| 3:48 |
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| 12. |
| 4:54 |
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| 13. |
| 4:34 |
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| 14. |
| 3:57 |
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| 15. |
| 3:57 |
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| 16. |
| 3:48 |
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