When it began we were the same
All blank pages are alike
Our different homes by wealth defined
Gave us the pens to write
Not knowing the contrast in our stares
Wide awake we walked into the night
It’s not the path you take, it’s the shoes you wear
For no particular one is right
Both equally convinced of each other’s wrong
We unite in dissimilarity
Because none of us is right
We’re not supposed to be the same
You are not a better man
Solely based on your wheels and income
I will not suit up just to suit you
Remember this when your day has come
Mine is not your truth
When it began we were the same
All blank pages are alike
But different homes will always be denied
You’re not aware you’re just like any other
Prejudice is how you look
So go ahead and judge the fucking cover
I don’t want you to read my book
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Discovered this album years ago, been with me for very long time and even tho i'm not in the same place from all those years ago, it still hits me like the first time I heard it. Such a melancholy and nostalgic vibe just wins it to me, love the lyrics as well. Diego CD
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