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Hello...

Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's 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 had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

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«‘Til we meet you again, may God bless you. Adios!» by Elvis, 1977