Album: On (1995)
You should´ve been a rambler,
A counterfeit gambler,
Would you steal the sunflowers for me,
I see you have been fighting,
With molotov writing,
They tried to drag you under, I see.
Did they try to tell you you are strange,
Did they try to push you away,
Hold on.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
TiII the world remembers your name,
Until you found of the sight what you see.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Until the world remembers your name,
Smth hot in a cold country.
Hold on to your spirits,
You are a pain, not a poet,
You are special & 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 & enioy it like me.
Did they try to tell you you are strange,
Did they try to push you away,
Hold on.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
TiII the world remembers your name,
Until you found the fire that you see.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Until the world remembers your name,
Smth hot in a cold country.
I would not see you falling,
Hold on Hold on.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Until the world remembers your name,
Until you find out the sight that you see.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Until the world remembers your name,
Smth hot in a cold country.
I would not see you falling,
Hold on.
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