Alice In Chains — Nutshell

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And we chase misprinted lies
And we face that path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Oooh… Oooh…
Oooh… Oooh…
My gift of self is raped
And my privacy is raked
And yet I find, and yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own, I’d feel better dead
Oooh… Oooh…
Oooh… Oooh…