Mumbai - Brika

　　Dammit i hate to be the type

　　That seeks to be amused

　　Dammit i hate to that type

　　Dammit i hate to be the type

　　Thats in it real quick before Im done

　　Dammit i hate to be the type

　　Cause oh oh oh

　　When the world stays spinning

　　I feel tied

　　And oh oh oh

　　Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai

　　And oh oh oh

　　When the world stays spinning

　　i feel tied

　　Then oh oh oh

　　Theres a high beam in a low side

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　Down the yellow road

　　Rushed in syllables

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　Dammit I hate to be the type

　　That sticks to black like parasite

　　Dammit i hate to be the type

　　Cause oh oh oh

　　When the world stays spinning

　　I feel tied

　　And oh oh oh

　　Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai

　　And oh oh oh

　　When the world stays spinning

　　i feel tied

　　Then oh oh oh

　　Theres a high beam in a low side

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　Down the yellow road

　　Rushing syllybles

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　Still sitting by the fire waiting

　　just a bit In the month of june

　　Sitting by the fire

　　Sitting by the fire

　　Still sitting by the fire waiting

　　just a bit In the month of june

　　Sitting by the fire

　　Sitting by the fire

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　Down the yellow road

　　Rushed in syllables

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　Down the yellow road

　　Rushed in syllables

　　If i found myself a limerance of my own

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know

　　How would i go

　　I dont even know