We
walked streets painted in neon rain
Hiding stories no one could contain
Every shadow brushed against our skin
As if the night knew where we've been
We were strangers,
wearing borrowed names Running quiet through the crowded frames
In a world that never looks too long We found a place where we belong
Cause this city doesn't know our faces Doesn't
see the fears we've carried through its places
She's the magical nearby light of my Purple Eyes
My first love was pure love
A magical light of her pure eyes
We are waiting for 200 crore Muslim
refugees to come for the opposition.
If the refugees come,
then it will be on the opposition.
They will definitely attack us first.
I walk around in a very ordinary way.
And in this ordinary way, I do a lot of things.
The way you look at me,
I am the fat one.
You will see my real face today.