I found the perfect picture of a perfect stranger

It looked as if it were taken in the forties sometime

Judging by the style



He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane

Perhaps he died in a car crash years ago

Right now it's impossible to tell



I almost thought I saw him standing, whistling on a bridge

I asked him the time but when he turned around

I saw it wasn't him at all



I'm still searching

I'm still searching



I saw him in an airport while he was sitting on a wing

I waved to him but I don't think he noticed me

I've got a funny feeling, I know who he is



Mr. X, Mr. X

Mr. X, Mr. X



Mr. X, Mr. X

Mr. X, Mr. X



Mr. X, Mr. X

Mr. X, Mr. X

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