Measuring a summer's day
I only find it slips away to grey
The hours, they bring me pain
Tangerine, tangerine
Living reflections 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
(Guitar Solo)
Tangerine, tangerine
Living reflections from a dream
I was her love, she was my queen
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