3/4 time, smoothly played.

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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 has 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 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, Mr Jones it's time

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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 nAm7e
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And life barrels on like a runaway train
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Where the passengers change 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, Mr Jones it's time

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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

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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, 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 have taken his place
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He's forgotten but not yet gone
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And I'm sorry, Mr Jones
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And I'm sorry, Mr Jones
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And I'm sorry, Mr Jones it's time