
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...

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Recordando tiempos grunge...
que te diré... particularmente este disco jar of flies me parece una joya. tiene un sonido acustico bárbaro y una interpretación increible.
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