Kishore Kumar Hits

a balladeer - Poor Little Match Boy şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: a balladeer

albüm: December


When I'm cold on a winter night
I play with matches
Each and everyone I light
Becomes a flame so warm and bright
And in the glow before my eyes
I have everything I need
Until the light and fantasies
Turns out to be a spark that dies

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