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Look at me. It’s not what it seems. You don’t know what I used to be.

Some time ago, I had my very own castle o' gold.

But now I’m on the road. A hermit vagabond.

And I got rags for clothes. People ask me where I’m from.

I got a handful of clues. I gotta look for the truth of life.

But people don’t wanna fill my shoes.

So I’m alone on my quest. It doesn’t make me smile.

But still I’m a happy prick, even though nobody’s on my side.

People point at me, they laugh, they spit, they don’t wanna see my face.

I’m different, that’s a fact, but how can it be

kindness ain’t possible to trace?

Looks may be deceiving.

A fake Michelangelo painted in the ceiling.

And I don’t know where to go.

On and on, I’m walking around. Running along from town to town.

You could say I’m a clown, tell me to bow.

But I won’t get down on my knees for a crowd of

big headed big shots. You tell me how to live my life but

it happens that I’m a person, not a slave to all your lies cuz

I can do whatever I want, without having to

worry about a thing or some god.

No offense all of you who believes in a greater power.

But I believe that the power lies within yourself.

Words of wisdom rarely comes from a screaming nomadic

vagabond, but remember, looks may be deceiving!

Looks may be deceiving.

A fake Michelangelo painted in the ceiling.

And I don’t know where to go.

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