| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - now watch we thrust this knife called lust into my chest until it bust. this love, this hate is burning me away (is burning me away) it is hard to face that we are all the same this love, this hate is burning me away (is burning me away) it is harder times like these that never change (that never change) mad at the fact your dad is an addict, your friend takes pills, he thinks it cures sadness-
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