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I’m not a body, the body is but a shell I disembody but suffering is sovereign, Still No grasp on reality The world is a wonderland scene I don’t know What we are But every cell in the corpus resembles stars Signal into the sky God sings to me in reply
Don’t bother calling, I’ll call you
I’m not somebody; somebody would savor us You need a solid, but I’m made of liquid, Trust In me, I am the son of the sea And I’ll call you when I feel finally free I don’t know what we are But all I know is I can’t go Away with you with half a heart
Don’t bother calling, I’ll call you Don’t bother asking for the truth Don’t bother calling, I’ll call you Don’t bother calling, I’ll call you