Oh, do I miss the surreal rain,
All the boisterous people in the God damned train,
Filth, dust, the dirt and the grime,
the frantic pace ever so sublime,
An innocent road committing a sinless sin,
All the boisterous people in the God damned train,
Filth, dust, the dirt and the grime,
the frantic pace ever so sublime,
An innocent road committing a sinless sin,
an insignificant voice screams from within,
Being the victim of an heartless ploy,
Boy oh boy, do I miss Mumbai!!!!
Being the victim of an heartless ploy,
Boy oh boy, do I miss Mumbai!!!!
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