| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - So he grows up,lonely and frightened All he knows is destruction right, Roll with the punches Nothings rights Its all sideways croaked and cracked, Tangled twisted Around angles and made to collapse Hating my past is a mistake I would hate to regret Maybe death is just the way that we behave when we???re dead But I???m not So I got a lot of shock and I???m not ready to give up No sir, not yet Not unti
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