Chris Alma Jose - Different

You never find me
It's the way I walk on my invisible trail
All the time
You don't discern me
'Cause the way I talk is not the same
My words don't rhyme

Now I'm not trying to push you to the side
But you should know I'm neither gonna hide

I'm just a different daughter
A different son
No garden variety average son-of-a-gun
Yet I like me a lot and I feel no shame
May not earn me a dollar
Still I'd be different just the same
You bet

I read the same news
Cry the same tears you do
Does it even matter who's wrong or right
I like the same movies
Love your music too
Your colors blend well with my black and white

Well I may have a reason for the way I am
Just don't expect to really understand

'Cause I'm a different daughter
A different son
No garden variety average son-of-a-gun
Yet I like me a lot and I feel no shame
May not earn me a dollar
Still I'd be different just the same

Same old story
Same old strife
Let's do coffee
Let's do life
And agree to disagree

I'm just a different daughter
A different son
Not your garden variety average son-of-a-gun
Yet I like me a lot and I feel no shame
May not earn me a dollar
Still I'd be, that's right

I'm in the same old steeple
On a different pew
My own experience and my own point of view
Yet I like me a lot and I take no blame
May not earn me a dollar, no
Still I'd be different just the same

Still I'd be different just the same
I'll be different just the same

Written by:
Chris Alma Jose

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