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intro:D#, F, H, a mozno rif na B B We chase misprinted D# lies BWe face the path of D# time B And yet I fight And yet I fight This battle all D# alone F No one to cry to No place to call D# 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...