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Lirieke: Despondent. Proud To Fail. Difference = The Same.


I can't believe;
You're judging me before I've
Even said a word.
Isn't it our difference the one thing that makes:
Us the same,
Us the same?
We've drawn our lines,
And build our walls so high;
We never realised,
That difference is one thing that makes:
Us the same.
And I might never understand,
My fellow man.
That doesn't mean that he's my enemy,
my enemy.
My enemies exist on TV screens,
In soundbites designed to make us all believe -
That difference should make us all afraid,
When it's the only thing that makes us all the same,
Us the same