The
road of a single entry
It
will jam up the long queue
The
people will feel the heat
In
the shine of the hot sun
They
can complain
They
can rain curses
They
can shout
They
pick their choise
Now
they see it
The
laws to restrict movements
The
laws or regulations on dressing
And
don't forget the segregation of sex
They
have to wake up
Learn
the addiction
It
makes them see
Ways
have to change
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