| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Is it the days into nights Or the I am sorry"s into fights Now some kind of man, he can not do anything wrong If I see him I will tell him you are waiting 'Cause I am devoted for sure but my days are a blur Well your nights turn into my mornings Well I did my time in that rodeo Fool that I am I would do it all over again Is it love keeps you waiting so long Makes you say I will see you around The forces that
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