Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds - (I Wanna Live In A Dream In My) Record Machine

Help me, define the light that's shining on me
to get back what they've taken from me
and build a little fire where it's cold

Show me, the path that leads to all the glory
the words that tell a sacred story
and build a little fire where its cold

I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
I want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouth
cuz all the money I waste, is in a manner of taste
I want a piece of the world and you can't make me spit it out

Take me, back from the darkness where they
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sent me, and give hope to places to where it can't be
and build a little fire where its cold

I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
I want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouth
and all the money I waste, is in a manner of taste
I want a piece of the world and you can't make me spit it out

You can't give me a reason, I don't need one to shine
you can't give me the feelings cuz they're already mine
you get one in a million and if the sun won't rise
on my soul, then I'll glow