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It's midnight downtown. It's been raining for days
Rain beats down
It covers the streets with its sparkling skin
In the deli purple light
A woman in a party dress pays for some milk
Yellow cab stops for a light
Two men in black hats are running
A messenger on a bike
Pile drivers pounding. They've set up some lights
They're digging a hole. It's filling up with black water
Rainy days. Rainy nights
Rain beats down
It covers the streets with its sparkling skin
In the deli purple light
A woman in a party dress pays for some milk
Yellow cab stops for a light
Two men in black hats are running
A messenger on a bike
Pile drivers pounding. They've set up some lights
They're digging a hole. It's filling up with black water
Rainy days. Rainy nights
Steam rises, covers the city
Pieces of old newspaper float like paper boats
They slide along the rushing water in the gutter
Rainy days. Rainy nights
Rain falls down and covers the city
It falls from fabulous heights
Covers the streets with its sparkling skin
And over on Jane street they're shooting that movie again
They just can't seem to get it right
Behind a warehouse in a burned out building
A man is sleeping in a cardboard box on a pile of salt
Pieces of old newspaper float like paper boats
They slide along the rushing water in the gutter
Rainy days. Rainy nights
Rain falls down and covers the city
It falls from fabulous heights
Covers the streets with its sparkling skin
And over on Jane street they're shooting that movie again
They just can't seem to get it right
Behind a warehouse in a burned out building
A man is sleeping in a cardboard box on a pile of salt
Rainy days. Rainy nights
Rain falls down and covers the city
It falls from fabulous heights
Covers the streets with its sparkling skin
A man on a park bench
He sits in the pouring rain
Rain falls down and covers the city
It falls from fabulous heights
Covers the streets with its sparkling skin
A man on a park bench
He sits in the pouring rain
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