| Lyrics: | You should have been a rambler,
A counterfeit gambler,
Would you steal the sunflowers for
me,
I see you've been fighting,
With molotov writing,
They tried to drag you under, I
see.
Did they try to tell you you're strange,
Did they try to push you
away,
Hold on.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
TiII the world remembers your
name,
Till you found of the sight what you see.
Feed the fire, fan the
flame,
Till the world remembers your name,
Something hot in a cold
country.
Hold on to your spirits,
You're a pain, not a poet,
You're special and
they know it,
They can see,
They throw a net that pins you to the ground,
Don't let
their blindness bring you down,
Be stubborn and enioy it like me.
Did they try to
tell you you're strange,
Did they try to push you away,
Hold on.
Feed the fire,
fan the flame,
TiII the world remembers your name,
Till you found the fire that you
see.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Till the world remembers your
name,
Something hot in a cold country.
I won't see you falling,
Hold on Hold
on.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Till the world remembers your name,
Till you
find out the sight that you see.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Till the world
remembers your name,
Something hot in a cold country.
I won't see you
falling,
Hold on.
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