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Текст (слова) песни: Gathering, The - Analog ParkIn the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.
It is coming my way,
I patiently wait.
I see the sign, it`s on the road
and I think it`s crazy
In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The sandy feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their beautiful faces.
You see the sign, it`s on the road
but I think you`re crazy
You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
As I easily get inner contact with myself,
I notice distress grabbing for my throat.
It is time to reach out.
To find something that isn`t there,
You see the signs, they`re on the road
but I think it`s crazy
You are, you are the sign
of my unrelief
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