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Sorry for the double post, but I had to include this Alice song as well. Right to the point, as usual, heheh
Nutshell
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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Silly monkeys give them thumbs
they make a club and beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
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