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The People I once wished I was you,
For the exact same reason,
I'm now glad that I'm not...
You had it all.
You were that taxi driver,
When we listened on the airwaves,
Stolen from a brother's car...
My brother, not yours.
You didn't have brothers.
See, that's that game you played
On us ignorant, willing pawns...
I thought you were known.
So throw it all away, and
See how much it matters, because
I'm behind the wheel now...
Picking up the ones you left behind.
