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Manchester Rain Lyrics
The plans were backed up to the hilt,
The future was being built.
Eagerly drafted,
To be moulded and crafted,
Need anyone shoulder the guilt?
A journey into the unknown,
Fall of snow, shower of hailstone,
A red crowd,
A shout aloud,
A place so far away from home.
And the flowers of Manchester,
They will bloom again.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
Yes, the legend he controlled,
Instinctively he bought and sold,
Created a dream,
A relentless machine,
But sadly some would never grow old.
And the flowers of Manchester,
They will bloom again.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
And the engine fired,
And wailed then screamed,
Enveloped the dreadful scene.
Munich fell silent.
Manchester fell silent.
The world fell silent,
For a while.
And the flowers of Manchester,
They will bloom again.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
The future was being built.
Eagerly drafted,
To be moulded and crafted,
Need anyone shoulder the guilt?
Fall of snow, shower of hailstone,
A red crowd,
A shout aloud,
A place so far away from home.
They will bloom again.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
Instinctively he bought and sold,
Created a dream,
A relentless machine,
But sadly some would never grow old.
They will bloom again.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
And wailed then screamed,
Enveloped the dreadful scene.
For a while.
They will bloom again.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
And are they crying in heaven?
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
Or is it just Manchester Rain.
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