| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - n to prove me wrong, to wash this memory cleanLet the floods cross the distance in your eyes across this new divideIn every loss, in every lie, in every truth that youd denyAnd each regret and each goodbye was a mistake too great to hideAnd your voice was all I heard that I get what I deserveSo give me reason to prove me wrong, to wash this memory cleanLet the floods cross the distance in your eye
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