Nutshell (Live Acoustic)

We chase misprinted lies



We chase the tracks 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...



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