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