Lyrics Private Line

Private Line

Crack In Reality

What the hell I'm doing? Don't ask the reason why

I waste my time from nine to five

The dirt is deep inside, but my feet are clean

I need a brand new start to find out

Where I'll find someone who believes me?

You're pretty tied up with the dream of revolution

Liberation from the way of the world

I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand

A perfect drug for the fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams

If it wasn't for a bad luck, I've got no luck at all

I trample four-leaf-clovers and sing lives on

There's no lucky stars above

Like a ruined soul I hit and run

World's full of silver spoon icons

Super goals of future wasn't meant for me

You're pretty tied up with the dream of revolution

I guess you'll never learn

I'm pretty tired of your institution

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Liberation from the way of the world

I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand

A perfect drug for the fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams

A little crack in reality

Life gets you down, pitch you up

Try to make you stop

Do the things that you love

It's like a bad drug

Gets you down, pitch you up,

Try to make you stop

Do the things that you love, but don't give up!

I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand

A perfect drug for the fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams

A little crack in reality

I'm the dog who bites the feeding hand

A perfect drug for the white trash fashion queen

I need another fix for broken dreams

A little crack in reality

A little crack in reality

A little crack in reality

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