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

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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

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