Help me, define the light that's shining on me
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to get back what they've taken from me
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and build a little fire where it's cold
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Show me, the path that leads to all the glory
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the words that tell a sacred story
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and build a little fire where its cold
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I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
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I want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouth
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cuz all the money I waste, is in a manner of taste
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I want a piece of the world and you can't make me spit it out
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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
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and build a little fire where its cold
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I wanna live in a dream in my record machine
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I want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouth
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and all the money I waste, is in a manner of taste
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I want a piece of the world and you can't make me spit it out
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You can't give me a reason, I don't need one to shine
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you can't give me the feelings cuz they're already mine
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you get one in a million and if the sun won't rise
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on my soul, then I'll glow
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(I Wanna Live in a Dream in My) Record Machine
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| Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds |
