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| themusic | | i wanna live in a dream (in my record machine) |
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I wanna live in a dream (in my record machine)
help me, defy the light the shining on me
to get back what they've taken from me
with a little fire where its cold
show me, the path that leads to all the glory
the words that tell a sacred story
with a little fire where its 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 they can't be
with a little fire where its 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
you can't give me a reason i want me want to shine
you can't give me the feelings cos they're already mine
you get one in a million and if the sun won't rise
on my soul, then i'll go
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