.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 .
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