There is no pain, you are receding
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A distant ships smoke on the horizon
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You are only coming through in waves
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Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin
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When I was a child I had a fever
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My hands felt just like two balloons
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Now I got that feeling once again
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I cant explain, you would not understand
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This is not how I am
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I have become comfortably numb
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There is no pain, you are receding
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A distant ships smoke on the horizon
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You are only coming through in waves
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Your lips move but I cant hear what you're sayin
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When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
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Out of the corner of my eye
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I turned to look but it was gone
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I cannot put my finger on it now
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The child is grown, the dream is gone
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I have become comfortably numb
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Comfortably Numb
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| Van Morrison |
