WebAlice in Chains Nutshell lyrics: We chase misprinted lies / We face the path of time / And yet I fight / A... Deutsch English Español Français Hungarian Italiano Nederlands Polski Português (Brasil) Română Svenska Türkçe Ελληνικά Български Русский Српски Українська العربية فارسی 日本語 한국어 Web9 dec. 2024 · Nutshell 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 My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find, yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead Tradução Adicionar à playlist Tamanho A A
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WebAnd I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other way. Call me crazy but it really doesn't matter. All that matters to me is she. Her life in a nutshell. No way would she want it to change me. It's not that easy 'cause. My time is often decided for me. For me. I fell down with no one there to catch me from falling. Web21 uur geleden · Nutshell 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 My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find, yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead Síntese Nós perseguimos mentiras mal contadas WebNutshell Songtext 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 Ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh Ooh-ooh 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 Ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh Ooh-ooh charles clemons obituary