[Verse] Rusty roads and broken wrenches Patch it up no looking for perfection Cheap tricks make the world go round Frugal minds building dreams out of scraps [Chorus] Jugaad spirit never backing down Turning trash into gold in this old town Invent ways when the tools ain't there Ingenious hearts build from thin air [Verse 2] Worn-out wires stitched with care Held together by sheer despair Machines that breathe through patchwork parts Jugaad's the rhythm of the hustling heart [Chorus] Jugaad spirit never backing down Turning trash into gold in this old town Invent ways when the tools ain't there Ingenious hearts build from thin air [Bridge] No manual no guide no fancy rigs Just calloused hands and makeshift gigs Adapting living fighting to survive A culture of magic just staying alive [Verse 3] Stitching dreams from scattered threads Worn tires rolling paths the west forgets Fuelled by grit and everyday grind Jugaad's the anthem of an unbroken mind
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