1. |
Playing with Fire
04:31
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She came in late last night.
It was such a surprise
I could not believe my eyes
I saw her standing there
Aside the bathroom chair
& in her cold hard stare,
I was alive
I was alive, I was alive
I was alive, I was alive
for a moment that night
I was alive, I was alive
I was alive, I was alive
for a moment that night
First it was for fun,
follow my desire.
Now I'm in too deep,
I'm playing with fire.
Lesson never learned,
never will retire.
Cuz she pulls me back,
I'm playing with fire again.
Playing with fire
Playing with fire again
Playing with fire
I'm playing with her.
(Steve dazzles)
We went for a walk,
It was well after dark.
The fog was rollin' in,
and I swear it,
She was floatin.
She put her hand in mine,
it was such a surprise
when her fingertips
all slipped through mine.
But I was alive,
I was alive
I was alive
I was alive
for a moment that night.
Yeah I was alive,
I was alive
I was alive
I was alive
for a moment that night.
First it was for fun,
follow my desire.
Now I'm in too deep,
I'm playing with fire.
Lesson never learned,
never will retire.
Cuz she pulls me back,
I'm playing with fire again.
Playing with fire
Playing with fire again
Playing with fire
I'm playing with her.
(Dan shreds)
But I was alive,
I was alive
I was alive
I was alive
for a moment that night.
Yeah I was alive,
I was alive
I was alive
I was alive
for a moment that night.
First it was for fun,
follow my desire.
Now I'm in too deep,
I'm playing with fire.
Lesson never learned,
never will retire.
Cuz she pulls me back,
I'm playing with fire again.
Playing with fire
Playing with fire again
Playing with fire
I'm playing with her.
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2. |
Windows to the World
04:30
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Windows to the world are in front of me.
The clock is ticking down to the time where I will leave.
All of our friends have gathered round,
Soon the room begins to fill with sound...
And I say,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo
ooooOOOOOooooooo ooooOOOOOoooooooo
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo
ooooOOOOOooooooo ooooOOOOOoooooooo
Batten down the hatches it's about to begin,
soon the world beyond will be within.
Windows to the world are a part of me,
time has slowed down,
now we're feelin
FREE
(interlude section)
My eyes taste the life in every sight,
The sun weaves a symphony of golden light.
The only thing that I care about
is singing with the fishes
and dancing with the clouds.
I'm laughin so hard I can hardly breathe,
what a funny joke from my friend the old oak tree
And I said,
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo
ooooOOOOOooooooo ooooOOOOOoooooooo
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo
ooooOOOOOooooooo ooooOOOOOoooooooo
OOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooo(descending)
OOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooo(descending)
OOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooo(descending)
OOOOOOOOooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooo(descending)
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
In & out, in & out of my head
(Robbie heartbeats us out)
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The Dirty Nines Chicago, Illinois
Five-piece rock band from Chicago. All music is written, recorded, and produced by the Dirty Nines.
Features driving rhythms, vocal harmonies, and electric bouzouki.
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