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Where the night is like day and the are bright, Where you can cross the street and your are timed, And people don't mind if you inside, Feel free to have one a bike.
And they'll English a try in a taxi ride, Negotiate the if you like, It's a coloured site, get pulled inside, By a man who's dying to sell a tonight.
And the a shy, and they're mighty fine, Start to giggle if you at them and smile, You'll see pride on a Macca's sign, Garlic sauce, berets and taro pie.
Buy yourself a Soldier GI, This shoots, crawls and is willing to die. And buildings shine in the sky...
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Colourful sold on the streets, And green things about to become a feed, And you'll see buses that act like trains and, People riding with to keep in the shade.
Listen to cries golden Buddhas eyes, Burn incense for those that died, And burn some for those that tried, Protect us from the people in that lie.
And people want a photo you because you're different, You wonder how the roads run no collisions, Where the buses are with stars and elephants, It's a where not everything is business relevant.
Toll booths cartoons in this smoggy city, And the country's wealth sits in front of the it's a pity, And I was quite and I stood in awe, kids would shit and piss all over the floor.
They to trade from a very young age, It's a to trade fakes in this industrial age, make the days, manufacture a phase, They can duplicate Middle ways,
You can't die if not alive, no, You can't suicide in this ride.
And the Chinese stands in the night light!
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It's only there you'd see something this, so many people, bikes and cyclists, And lights shine bright on this police bike, To keep order and to things right...
red serving Capitalism, Join us in this baptism, I wonder if the past would've predicted vision, And I if this is the last of nationalism.
And in my days I couldn't believe what I saw, It was a man, covered in dirt, eating scraps off the floor, It was a call, To I could've complained at all...