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The road is my hell and my escape My savior and my pain Thoughts of death take over as I control the wheel on the path of my very existence The passenger seat with the power in someone else's hands Comfort is found in the world making itself known Yet true wonder is acquired when the two collide
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
Collide
The road is my hell and my escape My savior and my pain Thoughts of death take over as I control the wheel on the path of my very existence The passenger seat with the power in someone else's hands Comfort is found in the world making itself known Yet true wonder is acquired when the two collide
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
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