"...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 fever once again,
I cannot explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I ... have become,
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