Everyday,
my hands on a place.
On a string that moves in so many ways.
With a smile on my face,
an explosion of fantasy's.
And every night,
I will go for the ride,
with a head that lost in so many fights.
With a mind going round.
I'm spinning in reality.
Coated rhymes,
I remember the sound,
of my name introduced so many times.
With a heart of lime,
in lies and guarantees.
Every part,
every piece of my heart,
I wrote down in lines on pieces of art.
Call it fun call it trash,
call it a sense out of charity.
And every time,
when I'm lost in a tide,
I'll run through pictures of things in my mind.
And a final strike,
in moments of reality.
Tangarine - Introduction Lyrics
Tangarine - Introduction Lyrics
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Everyday,
my hands on a place.
On a string that moves in so many ways.
With a smile on my face,
an explosion of fantasy's.
And every night,
I will go for the ride,
with a head that lost in so many fights.
With a mind going round.
I'm spinning in reality.
Coated rhymes,
I remember the sound,
of my name introduced so many times.
With a heart of lime,
in lies and guarantees.
Every part,
every piece of my heart,
I wrote down in lines on pieces of art.
Call it fun call it trash,
call it a sense out of charity.
And every time,
when I'm lost in a tide,
I'll run through pictures of things in my mind.
And a final strike,
in moments of reality.
my hands on a place.
On a string that moves in so many ways.
With a smile on my face,
an explosion of fantasy's.
And every night,
I will go for the ride,
with a head that lost in so many fights.
With a mind going round.
I'm spinning in reality.
Coated rhymes,
I remember the sound,
of my name introduced so many times.
With a heart of lime,
in lies and guarantees.
Every part,
every piece of my heart,
I wrote down in lines on pieces of art.
Call it fun call it trash,
call it a sense out of charity.
And every time,
when I'm lost in a tide,
I'll run through pictures of things in my mind.
And a final strike,
in moments of reality.