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Though I am only two words I have thousands of letters in me
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as my flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I am alive without breath and cold as death. I am never thirsty but always drinking. What am I?
I start new then become old. Start clean but be one dirty. I usually start big then become little.
I am a rock group with four members all of whom died in plane crashes. Who am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?