Killion
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- Feb 19, 2010
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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 cant hear what your 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
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I....... have become, Comfortably Numb
A distant ships smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I cant hear what your 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
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I....... have become, Comfortably Numb