| Now, the world don’t move to the beat of just one drum,
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| What might be right for you, may not be right for some.
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| A man is born, he’s a man of means.
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| Then along come two, they got nothing but their dreams.
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| But they got, Diff’rent Strokes.
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| It takes Diff’rent Strokes.
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| It takes Diff’rent Strokes to move the world.
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| Everybody’s got a special kind of story;
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| Everybody finds a way to shine.
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| It don’t matter that you got not alot.
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| So what?
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| They’ll have theirs, you’ll have yours, and I’ll have mine.
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| And together we’ll be fine!
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| 'Cuz it takes Diff’rent Strokes to move the world,
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| Yes it does.
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| It takes Diff’rent Strokes to move the world. |