| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I have to do harm.One day, I got sick.She played me a nasty, old trick.Said, I need cigarettes,Walked round the block, and caught a cab.Stayed gone for too long,And my love had gotten so strong...Just to try being back on my own,I had to go to rehab.All I need is a safe place to bleed.Is this where it is at?Half of no chance steps in the dance...Rest of my life spent in combat.Now I am the... king
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