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Nutshell
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Nutshell by Adema We've chased the misprinted lies We've faced the path of time And yet I fight And yet I fight This battle all alone No one to catch you No place to call home My gift to 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 |
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