(Strummer)
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I could see as I rode in
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the ships were gone and the pit fell in
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a funeral bell tolled the hour in
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a lonely drunkard slumbering
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not the twang of the guitar
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not even the siren wail of pain
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not the shadows of desire
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caught in the pouring pouring rain
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breeze black windows on date street
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where I was raised up on the cheap
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(yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep
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'til the old tango that's on date street
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I can hear the sharpen of the pain
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some lucky stranger in the rain
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hear the sharpen of the rain
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lucky stranger ... in the rain
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hammers beat in dusty times
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on these weedy rusted lines
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mocking the sun and optomistic signs
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all these weedy gates of iron
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the sun won't shine my way again
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lucky moon was on the wane
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oh I'll never see a star again
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in the pouring pouring rain
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a salty band played for the train
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a sad trombone and some refrain
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the future pointed to the weather vane
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the old calypso died of shame
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I hear the sharpen of the pain
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some lucky stranger in the rian
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hear the sharpen of the pain
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lucky stranger pouring rain
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POURING RAIN !!!
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(In the) Pouring Rain
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| The Clash |
