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Windmills

"Fire Walk With Us"

[Miros Siemens (Opa):]
You don't even know what f*ckin' love is. What is love? Love sh*t!

[Verse 1]
I love living. It’s fun giving, to come with it
My son’s just like me, I’m not kidding
The right kind of wrong for so long;
Create and perform, then I’m off and I’m gone
Don’t I make it look easy or what?
Keep talking, I won’t interrupt
Something about Frame
Doesn’t allow pain
To anger, outrage
To ruin his sound wave
I don’t need a campfire to sit by
From the gate, every rhyme, I’ve been nice
Not a fan or a fair-weather friend
That’ll step on your neck, out to leave when I can
No magician when it comes to art
I suck at even shuffling a deck of cards
I’m distant like a kid being messed with
Twisted as a grin from a misfit
I sit back and drink it in
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib, just
Concentrate on what you have
Chip away everyday building off of that

[Miros Siemens (Opa):]
Love is doing. Doing is being neat. If you're neat, you're showing love to a guy! Alright cha?

[Verse 2]
Now sit back and drink it in
Hear the snare drum crack like a broken rib
Just concentrate on what you have
Chip away everyday building off of that, cause
Rex and I fought for years
Without giving up how to express ideas
So here’s to the ones that no can touch
No one can break, no one like us. Trust
I am not the guy
The hole you crawled out of, go back inside. Don’t I
Make it look good from afar?
The closer you get is when things fall apart
The secret to the recipe
That’s wetting your whistle like a referee, who keeps
It going on like he won’t ever fold
And makes you feel better that you’re doing what you're told. Burned out, there’s a fire you own
And we are the theme song for lighting your dome
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
Showing what love means across the country now

[Chorus]
Fire! Facing the sun
Tired, but we go on. Go on
Tired, so we go on. So long

[Verse 3]
Don’t I make it look good from afar?
The closer you get’s when things fall apart
The secret to the recipe
That’s wetting your whistle like a referee
Who keeps it going on like he won’t ever fold
And makes you feel better that you’re doing what you're told. Burned out, there’s a fire you own
And we are the theme song for lighting your dome
Bound for glory like Woody Guthrie
To show what love means across the country;
Whether French, Greek or Portuguese
English, Dutch, Thai, or Japanese
I started young with the heat of a fastball
Beating up records for a needle to scratch on
Digging in the crates, vinyl shopping the greats
With too many records and not enough space
I don’t want what you have, need what you need
Or forgot who I am, I’m still that emcee
Bringing something that’s worth your time
In a world too busy trying to f*ck with mine
To impress you is only a lost cause
And to impress me, is really the hard part

[Chorus]
Fire! Facing the sun
Tired, but we go on. Go on
Tired, so we go on, so long

[Miros Siemens (Opa):]
Love sh*t!

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