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The dirt is deep inside, but my feet are clean
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Where I’ll find someone who believes me?
You’re pretty tied up with the dream of revolution
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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
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Liberation from the way of the world
I’m the dog who bites the feeding hand
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I need another fix for broken dreams
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Life gets you down, pitch you up
Try to make you stop
Do the things that you love
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A perfect drug for the fashion queen
I need another fix for broken dreams
A little crack in reality
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