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Orange river glides through the saddle of the park an icy day in March cuts the clouds they push apart |
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I'd rather be on fire, rather be on fire, fire Staring straight ahead, meeting the streets |
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Your inky Skin and your skinny feet it's about a sidewalk, about a subway, waking to sunsets |
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It's been all of my wishes devised a dream and then lived it and I remember when I first listened to your records |
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It's clouded, what we know |
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We can only hope |
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And I'm losing just about everything |
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It's been all of my regrets to live a lie and end upset and I remember when peace was a pretty contender |
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It's clouded what we know |
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And I'm losing everything |
