Tangerine Songtext
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She wants to see the tangerine smile
The pulp of life, the drug in her eye
And the plastiscene climbing so high
The nose that bleeds the driest of white
Joining yourself
Wide awake Burning like skin
I′m taken by the fascination
I lived a lot slept in your face
She wants to be the fashion of now
The public life, the drug in her eye


And days would ramble on
Tripping all alone
In your silence
And days are better slow
Sitting all alone
In your silence