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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Follow it up 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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Follow it up 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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Everybody's dreaming
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Everybody's scheming
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Until 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 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.... rain... rain... rain...
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Rain Fall Down
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Rolling stones |