| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The last resort, I am out of trust I wanna leave and I wanna love The night is cold, my brain is fucked I promise I will not fall or lose Gimme your hand and wait for me Four months a year's better than nothing I saw your face There was a place where I finally found where I feel safe I spent time In fucking bars when I should be in your trustful arms I am stronger than you when I am asleep When I wake u
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