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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
Till 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 enjoy 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
Till the world remembers your name
Till you found out 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 found 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
- Album:
- Gravity Pulls
- Lustra
- On
- Miscellaneous
- U.K. Uncovered
- The Best Of
- Best of Indie Top 20
- Indie Top 20, Volume 20
- The Best of Echobelly
- Close… But
- Britpop at the BBC
- Here Comes the Scene
- Live Forever: Best of Britpop
- Wake Up and Listen
- Live 4 Ever
- Dark Therapy
- This Is Not America
- Indie Top 20, Volume 22
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 27: November 1995
- Shine 4