Man Out Of Time

So this is where he came to hide
 When he ran from you
 In a private detective overcoat
 And dirty dead man's shoes
 The pretty things of Knightsbridge
 Lying for a minister of state
 Is a far cry from the nod and wink
 Here at traitor's gate
 'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down
 And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around
 To murder my love is a crime
 But will you still love
 A man out of time?
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 There's a twopenny ha'penny millionaire
 Looking for a fourpenny one
 With a tight grip on the short hairs
 Of the public imagination
 But for his private wife and kids somehow
 Real life becomes a rumor
 Days of Dutch courage
 Just three French letters and a German sense of humor
 He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge
 He stands to be insulted, and he pays for the privilege
 To murder my love is a crime
 But will you still love
 A man out of time?
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 The biggest wheels of industry
 Retire sharp and short
 And the after-dinner overtures
 Are nothing but an afterthought
 Somebody's creeping in the kitchen
 There's a reputation to be made
 Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge
 Who's up late polishing the blade
 Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning
 You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning
 To murder my love is a crime
 But will you still love
 A man out of time?
 Will you still love
 A man out of time?
 Will you still love
 A man out of time?
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