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

Help me

Define the light that's shinning 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 it's cold

I wanna live in a dream

In my record machine

I wanna piece of the world

And everyone inside my mouth

And all the money I waste

Is it a matter of taste

I wanna piece of the world

And you can't make me spit it out

Take me

Back from the darkness

Where they sent me

Give hope to places

Where it can't be

And build a little fire where it's cold

I wanna live in a dream

In my record machine

I wanna picture the world

And everyone inside my mouth

And all the money I waste

Is it a matter of taste

I wanna picture the world

And you can't make me spit it out

You cannot give me no reason

I don't need one to shine

You can't give me no feeling

If it's already mine

You've got one in a million

And if the sun won't rise on my soul

Then I'll go

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