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The Clash by Tom Cook
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| You don't see it but its there, I know you can feel its subtle influence. You | |
| don't say it, you don't wear it on a name tag, but I'll be damned if you can't | |
| see it in your heart. Because its all in the way that you cross the street when I | |
| come shuffling along, how your suddenly in a rush. How you stare down, avoid | |
| eye contact. The way you check your wallet, and clutch your car keys. Its in | |
| the way you wear an Armani suit, and because I don't you're too good to talk | |
| to me. Well how about I tell you something, how about I let you know, you're | |
| different, you're favored, you're rich and I'm poor. I'll just let you know I'm | |
| FUCKING DIFFERENT, I'm not your brother, but I'm not your fucking | |
| enemy either. | |