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Thin man in a powder blue suit With eyes that slice you through The cut of his clothes was strange indeed A hundred years too soon A passing stranger with no business here A rest stop on a voyage through time A rest stop A passing stranger In a dream we had The man with the patented face The one with the telescope eyes The man who walked away Someone handed me a gun Hit the swicth and ran I laughed and shot at the ceiling I laughed and shot the walls The smell of fusing metal Permeates the scene Music plays in empty halls Music plays in empty halls Underneath the street lights A stranger calls your name He flickers to a halt and slowly fades away