Tangerine Lyrics

Hold my candle of pachouly, in my mind I feel the Jones
I can smell it rose and water, I guess it's time to roll
the bones
Life ain't always black and white, kaleidoscopes are
coloring my way
Fading pictures of wrong and right, my signature is
written with your sage

Can you tell me what it means
Searching for my tangerine
I can't fine my tangerine

Holy water bag of mojo, cross my fingers say a prayer Burn the incense kissing sunshine, tie a feather in your
hair
It can't be what it wants to be, I close my eyes and see
right through the end
I hear the words screaming in my head, the melody is
flowing from my pen

Can you tell me what it means
Searching for my tangerine
It's almost never heard or seen
I can't find my tangerine

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