| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - just dies dies I have got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see That you are the antidote to everything except for me, meA constellation of tears on your lashes Burn everything you love, then burn the ashes In the end everything collides My childhood spat back out the monster that you seeMy songs know what you did in the darkSo light 'em up up up Light 'em up up up Light 'em up up up I am o
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