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...
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