| I’m standing by the highway
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| Suitcase by my side
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| There’s no place I want to go
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| I just thought 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 I am a bandit
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| The mothers think I’m a son
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| To the preachers I’m a sinner
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| Lord I’m not the only one
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| To the sad ones I’m unhappy
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| To the losers I’m a fool
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| To the students I’m a teacher
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| With the teachers I’m in school
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| To the hobos I’m imprisoned by everything I own
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| To the soldier 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 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 I see?
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| Magic mirror if we only could
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| Try to see ourselves as others would
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| To policeman I’m suspicious it’s in the way I look
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| I’m just another character to fingerprint and book
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| To the censors I’m pornography with no redeeming grace
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| To the hooker I’m a customer without a face
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| The sellers think I’m merchandise, they’ll have me for a song
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| The left ones think I’m right,
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| The right ones think I’m wrong
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| And many people look my way
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| And many pass me by
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| And in my quiet reflection 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 I meet?
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| Magic mirror if we only could
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| Try to see ourselves as others would |