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There's a reason why Its called the concrete jungle When the crossing gaurds whistle And the trains rumble But nothing brings out The similarities more Then sitting in a tunnel And hearing a car's roar Or sitting in a tunnel And hearing the howl Of six police motorcycles In a motorcade prowl
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
Motorcade
There's a reason why Its called the concrete jungle When the crossing gaurds whistle And the trains rumble But nothing brings out The similarities more Then sitting in a tunnel And hearing a car's roar Or sitting in a tunnel And hearing the howl Of six police motorcycles In a motorcade prowl
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Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
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