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Lean on me now.


That is how I would describe it.

There is this curious, dream-like feel to it at the chorus; you could almost see a gentle halo of light shining through, enveloping you in its glory, drawing you in completely.

It makes you become acutely aware of the undiscovered innocence all around you; replacing lurking devils with lovable angels; spreading divine messages of hope and of goodness.

It fuels your desires; escalates your longing; burns aflame your wants and needs. It makes you alive.

Naturally so or not, we do not know – but that is how it usually turns out to be – that objects of your desire tend to play hard to get and dance away teasingly from your futile grasp.

Then again, it makes victory all the more sweeter after all the hard work, does it not?

And so, hearing Mr Healy again at his best is just… invigorating.

Not surprisingly, this song looks set to vie for my devotion next. I tend to read too much between the lines and make up something from nothing.

But it is inexplicable; some songs just are. This is one of them.

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