There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
comfortably numb
written by David Jon Gilmour, Roger Waters
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