The great Leon Russell has passed.
I'm standing by the highway
Suitcase by my side
Ain't no place I want to go I just thought I'd catch a ride
Many people look my way And many pass me by
In moments of reflection I wonder why
To the thieves I am a bandit The mothers think I'm a son
To the preachers I'm a sinner Lord I'm not the only one
To the sad ones I'm unhappy To the losers I'm a fool
To the students I'm a teacher With the teachers I'm in school
To the hobos I'm imprisoned by everything I own To the soldier I'm just someone else who's dying to go home
The general sees a number, a politician's tool To my friends I'm just an equal in this whirlpool
Magic mirror won't you tell me please Do I find myself in anyone I see?
Magic mirror if we only could Try to see ourselves as others would
To policeman I'm suspicious it's in the way I look I'm just another character to fingerprint and book
To the censors I'm gramography with no redeeming grace To the hooker I'm a customer without a face
The sellers think I'm merchandise, they'll have me for a song The left ones think I'm right,
The right ones think I'm wrong
And many people look my way
And many pass me by And in my quiet reflection I wonder why
Magic mirror won't you tell me please
Do I see myself in anyone I meet?
Magic mirror if we only could Try to see ourselves as others would
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Sorry, I know nothing of diary writing and can’t read the tutorial right now.
May Leon find peace.
