On many things we choose to disagree
The Government that is good for you not good for me
That's how it is and that's how 'twill always be
Through different eyes a different World we see
Our minds they do work in the strangest way
Dried grass to one to another is always hay
On many things we do not see eye to eye
We see different coloured clouds when we look to the sky
I see dark clouds and you see clouds of gray
We seem as different as night is from day
Still we would be boring for want of a better name
If we all thought alike and looked the same
And if we all dressed in very similar clothes
'Tis our differences makes us interesting i suppose.
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