Audioslave chop by HRB entitled, adopted or talking about you?

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Audioslave chop by HRB entitled, adopted or talking about you?

On cold and lonely road mine's been.
I was lost in cities, alone.
Friends and liars don't wait for me, cause I'll get by on my own steam.
I've put millions of miles under my heels, and still I feel, to you, too close.
I am not your blowing wind, I am the lightning.
I am not your carpet ride, I am the sky.
I am not your rolling wheels, I am the highway.
I am not your hollow moon, I am the night.

© Hunter Reon Barnes