Fin Song 8

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

G         A                F#m         Bm
It's been all of my regrets to live a lie and end upset
G        A           F#m          Bm             G A
and I remember when peace was 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

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