7.Tangerine
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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