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Оригинал видео: Credits: Director & Editor: D.C. Fairhurst Producers: D.C. Fairhurst, Lucy Green, Michael Lynch Camera: Drew Bontoft, Rod Gotfried, Tyron Seeto Grip: Nathaniel C. T. Jackson Colour Grade: Drew Bontoft Hair & Makeup: Mimi McKinnon Graphic Design: Neil Wurmel Damaged Goods Productions Recorded & Performed by: Tim Minchin - Piano and Vocals Jak Housden - Guitars Evan Mannell - Drums/Percussion James Haselwood - Bass Thanks to: Steve Hensby and Dane Laboyrie for First at Foundry performance Recorded at Damien Gerard Studios, Gosford and Studio 301, Sydney with Jack Garzo Engineer Andrew Beck, assisted by Murray Dilger Mixed by Eric J Dubowsky at Hercules Street Studios Mastered by Brian Lucey at Magic Garden Mastering Written and Produced by Tim Minchin © 2025 Navel Enterprises Pty Ltd under exclusive License to BMG Rights Management (Australia) Pty Ltd. Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Pty Ltd on behalf of Navel Enterprises ____________ Lyrics: You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma And now you’re in my heart Should’ve cut you out back at the start Now I’m afraid there’s no cure for me No dose of emotional chemotherapy Can halt my pathetic decline Should’ve had you removed back when you were benign I picked you up like a virus Like meningococcal meningitis Now I can’t feel my legs When you’re around I can’t get out of bed And I left it too late to risk an operation I know there’s no hope of a clean amputation The successful removal of you Would probably kill me too You grew on me like carcinoma Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma Now I find it hard to see This untreated dose of you has blinded me And I should’ve consulted my local physician I’m stuck now forever with this tunnel vision My periphery is screwed Wherever I look now all I see is you You When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow But my armour was no match for your poison arrow You are wedged inside my breast If I tried to pull you out now I think I’d bleed to death I’m feeling short of breath You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma I guess I never knew How fast a little mole can grow on you
