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windmills – fire walk with us lyrics

[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 j-panese
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 sp-ce
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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