(I Wanna Live In A Dream In My) Record Machine

　　(I Wanna Live In A Dream In My) Record Machine

　　By: Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds

　　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

　　End