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am I the passenger or driver of my life?if I run out of gas think I could hitch a ride?sometimes the gov'ner sometimes the slaveI walk the surface of the sun and melt awaysomewhere Ibelong to no one's expectations anymoretry dog tryno one can hate you for the awful things you've donein your lifein your lifein your lifein your lifein all lifein all lifein all lifein all life From Letras Mania