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The moment I stepped into the airport |
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Felt the heat everytime |
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The city's a world on its own , they say |
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Love it or leave it |
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But dissipate our beating |
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Heartbreak all the way to the horizon |
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Poverty is cussing to in his eyes |
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There's a pattern in this chaos, I can see |
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Do you know why the shadows always leave? |
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So the more I see, the more I understand |
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This ain't no culture shock individual development |
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A death room, a death field, to my contempt |
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And I'll still meet you |
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I'm a travelled man |
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A nature kills and it is loved |
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Like the sound of the horns of the taxis in Bombay |
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Get over here |
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A mutual errand noise polution |
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Life is just like that |
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They just don't get it |
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The more I see... |
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This ain't no culture... |
