Tangerine (Page) Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to grey, The hours, they bring me pain. *Tangerine, Tangerine, Living reflection from a dream; I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between. Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these? To think of us again? And I do. * Chorus
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