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of the film again Brushed off the dust and walked away The touch of a hand was fading from him A different scene began: A voice-over through scenes of sunrise "It feels like someone's using my eyes" Tinsel wind and curtains blowing He looked down at his hands... He was a new kind of man He was a new kind of man He was a new kind, a new kind of man He feels the rain upon his face He's young again, nineteen again Blue hills on a distant skyline Someone took his hand... An underwater kind of silence - Humming of electric pylons - "Don't forget me" fades in static - Another scene began... |
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He was a new kind
of man He was a new kind of man He was a new kind, a new kind of man Transparent faces from the old school No-one to project them onto He drives by 1958 And someone says his name... He waved out of the film again He turned and he flickered and he walked away He felt a distant kind of longing Another scene began... He was a new kind of man He was a new kind of man He was a new kind, a new kind of man |
| Words by John Foxx. Published 1980 Island Music Ltd. Copyright 1980 Metal Beat / Virgin Records Ltd. |
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