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Orange river glides through the saddle of the park

 an icy day in March cuts the clouds they push apart

I'd rather be on fire, rather be on fire, fire

Staring straight ahead, meeting the streets

 Your inky skin and your skinny feet

 it's about a sidewalk, about a subway, waking to sunsets

 It's been all of my wishes devised a dream and then lived it

 and I remember when I first listened to your records

 It's clouded, what we know

 we can only hope

 And I'm losing just about everything

It's been all of my regrets to live a lie and end upset

and I remember when peace was a pretty contender

 It's clouded what we know

 And I'm losing everything

 and I'm losing everything

 and I'm losing everything