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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...
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...