
Nutshell (di Alice in Chains)
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 cant be my own
I'd feel better dead
Oooh...oooh...
Oooh...oooh...
(una delle canzoni più strazianti, dolci e ipnotiche mai scritte, buon viaggio Joe/Josef)
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