Karaoké Nutshell Upchurch

I grew up in the country listenin' to all types of music

Anything from Hank Junior to Eminem

But one thing that was jammed in my neck of the woods was Alice In Chains

And the way Layne Staley sang grabbed you and made you listen to what he was sayin'

It made you actually feel the words

And that inspires me to write about what I feel

And I want people just to hear it

And we chase misprinted lies

And we face that 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

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My gift of self is raped

And my privacy is raked

And yet I find

And yet I find repeatin' in my head

If I can't be my own

I'd feel better dead

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