We’re really not so different
The country and the city
The air to breathe we share
To poison it is the pity
We’re really not so different
The north and the south
We’re all scared that one day
We’ll be living hand to mouth
We’re all not so different
The red and the blue
Let’s shake hands after the game
If it’s the last thing we’ll do
We’re all not so different
The dead and the living
One’s life is given
And another’s is still giving
We’re all not so different
The gods and the believers
All capable of miracles
Or victims of deceivers
We’re all not so different
The rich and the poor
Both struggling to understand
What we’re struggling for
The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison.
Dostoevsky
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