, 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
, 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
Translation: Echobelly. Something Hot In A Cold Country.
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
