A 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 A 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