GuitarExp

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...

+ Solo 1

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...

+ Solo 2

Accords
Em7  G  D  Cadd9  Em7