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Soaked and wet through again and cardboard's no defence when there's rain again, wish I was in Spain again but that's just a pipedream. It's just another cold old story and we've heard it before in the shop door way with no way to get out. The Sun must be somewhere at the end of the rainbow? or where the night goes in slow mo' and someone must know. in the meantime it's raining I'm soaking no joking this isn't funny.
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
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Soaked and wet through again and cardboard's no defence when there's rain again, wish I was in Spain again but that's just a pipedream. It's just another cold old story and we've heard it before in the shop door way with no way to get out. The Sun must be somewhere at the end of the rainbow? or where the night goes in slow mo' and someone must know. in the meantime it's raining I'm soaking no joking this isn't funny.
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
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