by Francis Magalona
So many faces, so many races   
Different voices, different choices    
Some are mad, while others laugh    
Some live alone with no better half    
Others grieve, while others curse    
And others mourn behind a big black hearse    
Some are pure, and some half-bred    
Some are sober, and some are wasted    
Some are rich because of fate    
And some are poor with no food on their plate    
Some stand out while others blend    
Some are fat and stout, while some are thin    
And some are friends, and some are foes    
Some have some, while some have most    
Yeah
   
Every color, every hue    
Is represented by me and you    
Take a slide in the slope    
Take a look in the kaleidoscope    
Spinnin' round, make it twirl    
In this kaleidoscope world    
Some are great, and some are few   
Others lie while some tell the truth    
Some say poems, and some do sing    
Others sing through their guitar strings    
Some know it all, while some act dumb    
Let the bassline strum to the bang of the drum    
Some can swim, while some will sink    
And some will find their minds and think    
Others walk, while others run    
You can't talk peace and have a gun    
Some are hurt and start to cry    
Don't ask me how, don't ask me why    
And some are friends, and some are foes    
Some have some, while some have most    
Yeah
   
Every color and every hue    
Is represented by me and you    
Take a slide in the slope    
Take a look in the kaleidoscope    
Spinnin' round, make it twirl    
In this kaleidoscope world    
Kaleidoscope world    
In this kaleidoscope world

 
 














 


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