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DupliCity

There are eagles flying in the air

Above 'talk towers'

No sparrows anywhere


There are dogs taking over the street

And real monkeys, high up on trees

Who don't care on who they shit


This is what I see from where I stand

Same scene, duplicate city, it's across the land

This is what I see from where I stand

I call it DupliCity, you understand


There's a rat race no one's ever won

No one human ;)

But it's still common


What keeps one in, is the fear of criticism

Balls to the monkeys, high up on trees

They never smell their own shit


This is what I see from where I stand

Same scene, duplicate city, it's across the land

This is what I see from where I stand

I call it DupliCity, you understand


-Suraj Mani

"Ball's to the monkeys", on criticism

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