| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Andy, the highway looked so dark When the black took control of my eyes When something made my focus smash And I will be back when the rest of it dies The voice in my head was gone Every sort of person looked like hell With their hands in their pockets And the marks on their scalp If I get a chance to breathe I could not breathe under all of that weight, and the things that we have seen.
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