poor man on a street somewhere
 His crowd's walking by acting just like he's not there at all
 He keeps on playing for what they don't want to spare him
 But by the look of his happy face
 Right now he doesn't really care

 Some babies being raised on razorblades
 Some choke on golden spoons
 Everybody needs their own way to
 Ease all the rashes inside a while
 And it's why the poor man's putting on a smile

 Can't get enough of this sensation
 So pure in every way, giving this man his
 Everyday reincarnation
 Every time his heart is feeling blue
 Touched by the music he can move on through

 rich girl in a private jet
 Holds on to the part cause her future is already set
 She'd save a thousand souls in Africa gladly
 While they're taking her somewhere else
 She cranks the volume in her headphones to forget

 Some babies being raised on razorblades
 Some choke on golden spoons
 Everybody needs their own way to
 Ease all the rashes inside a while
 And it's why the poor man's putting on a smile

 Can't get enough of this sensation
 So pure in every way, giving this girls her
 Everyday reincarnation
 Every time her heart is feeling blue
 Touched by the music she can move on

 While time is slipping through the hourglass
 Let's sing at the top of our lungs:
 We're are all the same!
 Knowing that before our fate we're all the same
 Let's sing this great refrain!

 Can't get enough of this sensation
 Giving us people everyday reincarnation
 Every time we are feeling blue
 Touched by the music we can't get
 Enough of this sensation
 So pure in every way, giving us people
 Everyday reincarnation
 Every time we are feeling blue
 Touched by the music we will
 Move on through