Something comforting about this town. The way everyone's Aunty and Uncle again. The way you're Beta, nevermind how old, Beta.
Something snug in the way you can wake up every morning and it's the same Punjabi lady sitting in the middle of the street daring anyone to pick up their vegetables anywhere else, I'd like to see them try. How everything seems to revolve around the monsoon. Will it, will it never stop, won't it today, not again, haai raam.
Something familiar, even in the never been part of town. Skulk only to be spotted by friendly fruit vendor aka secret keeper of cats. Stop wherever, conversation flows free.
Smacks of old, know-it-all, cynical glee, this city of friendly ghosts. Look around every now and then and quickly check for threats. No, no, still one of us. If I thought I knew it, this ripe monkey town's returning me the favour.
Something snug in the way you can wake up every morning and it's the same Punjabi lady sitting in the middle of the street daring anyone to pick up their vegetables anywhere else, I'd like to see them try. How everything seems to revolve around the monsoon. Will it, will it never stop, won't it today, not again, haai raam.
Something familiar, even in the never been part of town. Skulk only to be spotted by friendly fruit vendor aka secret keeper of cats. Stop wherever, conversation flows free.
Smacks of old, know-it-all, cynical glee, this city of friendly ghosts. Look around every now and then and quickly check for threats. No, no, still one of us. If I thought I knew it, this ripe monkey town's returning me the favour.
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