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 homeOooh…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…

Alice In Chains

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