Letra de Nutshell (Acoustic Live)
We chase misprinted lies We chase the tracks 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...