Wilkes and The Coles - All The Same

"I wish I had your blue eyes"
She told me on the train
I looked into that hazel
Said "I could say the same"

She sounded New York City
Like Brooklyn born and raised
While the front porch I grew up on
Is half a dozen states away

An old man to her left
And a child to my right
Different people
Different faces
Different lives

If we all we were called by the same name
If we all were stuck on the same page
Wouldn't the world just be so boring
Without all our different stories?
Thank God
Thank God
We're not all the same

For every banker there's a writer
For every chef an engineer
For ever wants-to-be a millionaire
There's one who doesn't care

For every one that cuts you off
There's one letting you in line
For every angry word that's said
There's one that's kind

If we all we were running the same race
If we all were going the same pace
Wouldn't the world just be so boring
Without all our different stories?
Thank God
Thank God
We're not all the same

I think it's ok
If we don't always understand
Cuz I like the way you are
And I like the way I am

If we all we were called by the same name
If we all were stuck on the same page
Wouldn't the world just be so boring
Without all our different stories?
Thank God
Thank God
We're not all the same

Written by:
Elizabeth Cole, Emily Hackett, Jason Wilkes, Sam Martinez

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