Help me,
Define the light thats shinning on me,
To get back what they've taken from me,
With a little fire were its cold.

Show me,
The path that leads to all the glory,
The words that tell a sarcred story,
With a little fire were its cold.

I wanna live in a dream,
In my record machine,
I want a piece of the world,
And everyone inside my mouth,
Cos all the money i waste,
Is in a matter of taste,
I want a piece of the world,
And you cant make me spit it out.

Save me,
Back from the darkness,
were they sent me,
Give hope to places,
were it cant be,
With a little fire were its cold.

I wanna live in a dream,
In my record machine,
I want a piece of the world,
And everyone inside my mouth,
Cos all the money i waste,
Is in a matter of taste,
I want a piece of the world,
And you cant make me spit it out.

You cant give me a reason,
Im gonna mean what to shine,
You cant give me the feelings,
Cos there already mind,
You get one in a million,
And if the sun wont rise on my soul,
Were will i go?

(Stop the clocks and turn you world around) plays in back ground

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