Neil Gray - When the rains come.

My Landlord's screaming that the rent's overdue,
Serenaded by the sound of death from the early morning news,
And every day's a little harder just to pull through,
When you know the whole World's crazy
But there's nothing you can do.

Tell me,
Where do you hide
When the rain's come?

Neil Gray

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