Lyrics Nutshell - Vika
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
go
home
My
Gift
of
self
is
rape
My
Privacy
is
raked
And
yet
I
find
And
yet
I
find
Repeating
in
my
head
If
I
cant
be
my
own
I
feel
better
dead
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