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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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