One man is planning his escape, while another is working hard to feed his kids / To one it’s his sacred homeland, he’ll never leave / To another it’s the bane of his being, he can’t wait to flee.
Tourists left and right, rushing from sight to sight / Cross ways with locals, sharing curious glances up and down / Taxis whiz by, skidding side to side / While buses fill up and give locals their ride.
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