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    Rush The Analog Kid текст песни

    The Analog Kid

    A hot and windy August afternoon
    Has the trees in constant motion
    With a flash of silver leaves
    As they’re rocking in the breeze

    The boy lies in the grass with one blade
    Stuck between his teeth
    A vague sensation quickens
    In his young and restless heart
    And a bright and nameless vision
    Has him longing to depart

    You move me —
    You move me —
    With your buildings and your eyes
    Autumn woods and winter skies
    You move me —
    You move me —
    Open sea and city lights
    Busy streets and dizzy heights
    You call me —
    You call me —

    The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
    Dances on the edge of his dream
    And her voice rings in his ears
    Like the music of the spheres

    The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
    Staring at the sky
    His mother starts to call him
    As a hawk goes soaring by
    The boy pulls down his baseball cap
    And covers up his eyes

    Too many hands on my time
    Too many feelings —
    Too many things on my mind
    When I leave I don’t know
    What I’m hoping to find
    When I leave I don’t know
    What I’m leaving behind…



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