Orange river glides
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Through the saddle of the park
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An icy day in March
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Cuts the clouds
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They push apart
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I'd rather be on fire
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Rather be on fire, fire
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Staring straight ahead, meeting the streets
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Your inky skin and your skinny feet
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It's about a sidewalk, about a subway, waking to sunsets
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It's been all of my wishes
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Devised a dream and then lived it
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And I remember when I first
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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
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To live a lie and end upset
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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
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And I'm losing everything
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And I'm losing everything
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Fin Song 8
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Gregory And The Hawk |