Nutshell

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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
Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh...
My gift of self is raped
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...

Composition: Jerry Cantrell / Layne Staley / Mike Inez / Sean Kinney · Is this not the composer? Let us know.
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