| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Tell them you do not know where I would goBut you doubt I would make my way down to MexicoYou would heard I died in some old Texas jailThat I been killed by some family cartel And when that man in blue comes asking questions of you, you tell emyou would heard that I was dead, had no idea there was a price on my head.Tell em, you hated to hear it, it was a tragedy.
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