Tangerine
One, twoOne, two, three, fourOne, two.
Measuring a summer's dayI only find it slips away to greyThe hours, they bring me pain.
Ref:Tangerine, TangerineLiving reflections from a dreamI was her love, she was my queenAnd now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to beDoes she still remember times like theseTo think of us again?And I do.
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