Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds - Record Machine | Текст песни

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• Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds
• Record Machine

Help me
To find the light that's shining on me
To get back what they've taken from me
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
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
Cos 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

Take me
Back from the darkness
where they sent me
Give hope to places
where it can't be
Build a little fire where it's cold

You can't give me a reason
I don't need, want to shine
You can't give me the feelings
Cos they're already mine
Cos i am a one in a million
And if the sun won't rise on my soul
Then I'll go