Help me, define the light that's shining on meto get back what they've taken from meand build a little fire where it's coldShow me, the path that leads to all the glorythe words that tell a sacred storyand build a little fire where its cold I wanna live in a dream in my record machineI want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouthcuz all the money I waste, is in a manner of tasteI want a piece of the world and you can't make me spit it outTake me, back from the darkness where theysent me, and give hope to places to where it can't beand build a little fire where its cold I wanna live in a dream in my record machineI want a piece of the world and every one inside my mouthand all the money I waste, is in a manner of tasteI want a piece of the world and you can't make me spit it outYou can't give me a reason, I don't need one to shineyou can't give me the feelings cuz they're already mineyou get one in a million and if the sun won't riseon my soul, then I'll glow
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