Fin Song 8

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

G         A                F#m  
It's been all of my regrets to 
       Bm
live a lie and end upset
G        A           F#m    
and I remember when peace was a 
      Bm             G A
pretty contender
       F#m     Bm         G A F#m
It's clouded what we know
         Bm           G   A F#m
And I'm losing everything
         Bm           G
and I'm losing everything
         Bm           G
and I'm losing everything