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Clarity in Three Parts

i
Maraming beses na kitang nilayasan
Iniwanan at iba ang pinuntahan
Parang babaeng mahirap talagang malimutan
Ikaw lamang ang aking laging binabalikan

Manila, Manila
I keep coming back to Manila
Simply no place like Manila
Manila, I'm coming home

I walked the streets of San Francisco
I've tried the rides in Disneyland
Dated a million girls in Sydney
Somehow I feel like I don't belong

Hinahanap-hanap kita Manila
Ang ingay mong kay sarap sa tenga
Mga Jeepney mong nagliliparan
Mga babae mong naggagandahan
Take me back in your arms Manila
And promise me you'll never let go
Promise me you'll never let go

Manila, Manila
Miss you like hell, Manila
No place in the world like Manila
I'm coming here to stay


ii.
Too, uh, cheesy to mention. Check the lyrics here.

iii.
I've been drunk or inebriated every day of this week since Saturday last week; since I'm holding an inuman party later on tonight, it suffices to say that it will have been a week filled with alcohol, my breaks being only Wednesday - which saw me spending wads of cash at the airport - and Monday, wherein I was negotiating like a Boeing 747 with trade winds at 200kph at Cepalco. It has been a very very interesting week indeed.

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