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There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ships smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I got that feeling once again
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb...



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