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I'm standing by the highway |
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Suitcase by my side |
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There's no place |
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I want to go |
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I just thought |
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I'd catch a ride |
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Many people look my way |
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And many pass me by |
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In moments of reflection |
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I wonder why |
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To the thieves |
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I am a bandit |
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The mothers think |
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I'm a sonTo the preachers |
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I'm a sinner |
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Lord I'm not the only one |
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To the sad ones |
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I'm unhappy |
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To the losers |
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I'm a fool |
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To the students |
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I'm a teacher |
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With the teachers |
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I'm in school |
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To the hobos |
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I'm imprisoned by everything |
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I ownTo the soldier |
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I'm just someone else who's dying to go home |
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The general sees a number, a politician's tool |
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To my friends |
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I'm just an equal in this whirlpool |
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Magic mirror won't you tell me please |
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Do I find myself in anyone |
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I see?Magic mirror if we only could |
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Try to see ourselves as others would |
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To policeman |
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I'm suspicious it's in the way |
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I lookI'm just another character to fingerprint and book |
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To the censors |
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I'm pornography with no redeeming grace |
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To hooker |
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I'm a customer without a face |
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The sellers think |
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I'm merchandise, they'll help me for a song |
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The left ones think |
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I'm right, |
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The right ones think |
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I'm wrongAnd many people look my way |
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And many pass me by |
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And in my quiet reflection |
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I wonder why |
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Magic mirror won't you tell me please |
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Do I see myself in anyone |
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I meet?Magic mirror if we only could |
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Try to see ourselves as others would |
