Nutshell
We chase misprinted lies
We face the 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
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raped
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If i can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Essa musica fala por si só.
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