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Halfway from Nowheresville to the back of beyond
He’s got time to kill, but the world keeps rolling on
Out of love and out of company
It’s no wonder how he came to be
The man that time forgot, he sleeps inside a broken clock
And wakes up to the beat of his own drum
Mom and Dad say “who is that the kids are pointing at?”
It’s the man. The man that time forgot.
He wears his clothes just like an unmade bed
As if there’s genius at play inside his head
Long on expression, short on sympathy
You’ll be sorry when you see……
