| Now they’re swerving when I give
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| And now it’s turning away from my impression at all
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| It’s choleric months in baritone
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| But waiting for the tide out
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| Right in they’re calling me
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| Words at hiding are revoked
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| But waiting for this I’ll blend in the covering
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| When it’s tried, embarrass
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| A late song in the late leaf
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| Things will come anywhere
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| Inside of me
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| Outside of you
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| Waiting closer to there
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| I’d swear that goes with our dreams
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| What’s wrong with me
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| Another side of you
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| In every type a value
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| But now it’s turning away from my impression at all
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| There was a time when running
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| I went swimming
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| And you pulled me to come back
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| Long weeks hiding melody
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| And now it’s starting awake at my impression at all
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| The clock strikes hope
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| And time to bring
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| But now it’s turning into a beast like you
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| I don’t need them
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| Light the way there
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| Inside of me
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| Outside of you
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| Going closer to there
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| And swear that you’ve seen better things
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| Wipe the slate
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| What am I to sing?
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| Many clothes to borrow
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| To quell that song
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| Interpreted by Jeremy Campbell
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| Though it’s swerving when I give
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| The Lord’s turning away from my impression that all
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| Choleric months in baritone
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| But waiting for the tide out
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| Right in they are calling me
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| Words at hiding are revoked
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| But waiting for the soap and then the cup of rain
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| Where it’s tied, embarrassed
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| But lay inside the lake
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| And these things will come anywhere
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| (chanted in the back round is «Iscar-abaid»)
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| Inside of me
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| Outside of you
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| Awaking closer to the light
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| To swear that those were better dreams
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| What’s wrong with me
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| Am I tired of you?
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| Irreverent type of melanoma
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| There is no turning away from my impression that all
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| Losing sight when running
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| I went swimming and you pulled me to come in
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| Long weeks hiding mela… noma (voice drags on this
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| Part)
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| Now I’m staring, awake, at my impression that all
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| The clock strikes twelve and time to breathe
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| But now it’s turning into things I know
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| Turning them
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| Lights the way there
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| Think I’ll be there with Him?
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| Thank you Jesus
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| (chanted in the back round is «Iscar-abaid»)
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| Inside of me
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| Outside of you
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| Carried closer to the light
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| And swear that you’ve seen better things
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| Wipe the slate
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| Well am I to see
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| Mary cross my own blood and soul
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| Because I was sure that the previous translations
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| While good, lacked a few things that I heard. |
| I’ve
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| Come to a conclusion that this song is about a child
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| Who has brain tumors (melanoma). |
| It’s basically about
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| The child coming to grips with his disease. |
| Notice
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| The line about his impression, and how it develops
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| Through the song: turning away from my impression, no
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| Turning from my impression, now I’m staring at my
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| Impression. |
| Also people with melanoma frequently
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| Pass out, this explains why he can’t take a bath
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| («waiting for the soap and cup of rain») and also
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| Explains why he can’t go swimming («Losing sight when
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| Running, I went swimming and you pulled me to come in»)
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| The end of the song shows the kid losing his life to
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| The disease and going to heaven where all pain is
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| Gone |