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    The song describes a person who feels alone and without purpose, fighting a battle alone without anyone to rely on. They feel that something precious has been taken from them and their privacy violated. Repeatedly they consider that it would be better to be dead than to go on feeling so isolated and unable to be their true self.

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    The song describes a person who feels alone and without purpose, fighting a battle alone without anyone to rely on. They feel that something precious has been taken from them and their privacy violated. Repeatedly they consider that it would be better to be dead than to go on feeling so isolated and unable to be their true self.

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    Alice in Chains - Nutshell

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    The song describes a person who feels alone and without purpose, fighting a battle alone without anyone to rely on. They feel that something precious has been taken from them and their privacy violated. Repeatedly they consider that it would be better to be dead than to go on feeling so isolated and unable to be their true self.

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    Alice In Chains - Nutshell

    Em7 D C9

    C9 Em7 G D
    We Chase misprinted lies
    C9 Em7 G D
    We Face the path of time
    C9
    And yet I fight And yet I fight
    Em7 G D
    This battle all alone
    C9 Em7
    No one to cry to No place to call home

    Em7 D C9

    C9 Em7 G D
    My Gift of self is raped
    C9 Em7 G D
    My Privacy is raked
    C9
    And yet I find Yet I find
    Em7 G D
    Repeating in my head
    C9
    If I can't be my own
    Em7 G D
    I'd feel better dead

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