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Saugat_Timilsina
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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
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