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My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language. What am I?
What do you get when you cross a pig with a karate expert?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate, yet I have my own style of music. What am I?
People need me yet they give me away every day.
I have a name that's not mine and no one cares about me in their prime. People cry at my sight and lie by me all day and night.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?