Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: C
-=Verse One=-
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Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark
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There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall
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He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes
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Things that remind him: 'Life has been good'
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Twenty-five years
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He's worked at the paper
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A man's here to take him downstairs
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And I'm sorry, Mister Jones
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It's time
-=Verse Two=-
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There was no party, there were no songs
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'Cause today's just a day like the day that he started
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No one is left here that knows his first name
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And life barrels on like a runa-way train
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Where the passengers change
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They don't change anything
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You get off; someone else can get on
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And I'm sorry, Mister Jones
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It's time
-=Interlude=-
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Streetlight shines through the shades
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Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
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He reflects on the day
-=Verse Three=-
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Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
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Projecting some slides onto a plain white
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Canvas and traces it
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Fills in the spaces
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He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right
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Yeah, and all of these bastards
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Have taken his place
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He's forgotten but not yet gone
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And I'm sorry, Mister Jones
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And I'm sorry, Mister Jones
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And I'm sorry, Mister Jones
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It's time
