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Simple as that
Simple as that
There is something wrong
with this city
It is all black and white
People are grey
There is no birds
Only pollution in the air
His streets covered with dust
Tall glass buildings shine
on morning sun
Steel bridges carries its own weight
from river bank to another
Street cars rolling on tracks
Under the neon lights
Tires humbling around and up
Carrying grumpy people
From their work that they hate
To their beloved families
And the burek was never so tasty
