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#depersonalize
Clementines on a Sunday morning I've had a taste of love I fell down Way too many times This feeling's so surreal Must be crime... Crime? Subtle, subliminal You come around like a criminal And leave me yearning For your Clementines on a Sunday morning.
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Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 9:20 AM UTC
Clementines on a Sunday Morning
I'm not here I'm not here I'm not here It's just happening I'm just hurting Aching, to not feel the pain. But, I'm not here This isn't real This isn't happening Who am I a weightless soul drifting by in the sky.
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
just passing by