Measuring a summers day
I only find it slips away to gray
And the hours, they bring me pain
Tangerine, Tangerine
I live in reflection of a dream
I was her lover, she was my queen
I'm now a thousand years between
Thinking how it use to be
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again
And I do
Tangerine, Tangerine
I live in reflection of a dream
I was her lover, she was my queen
I'm now a thousand years between

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