Ben Folds – Fred Jones Part 2 (Ukulele)

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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

       F
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

G      C
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 has left here that knows his first name

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And life barrels on like a runaway train

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Where the passengers change

            F
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

G      C
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

       F
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

G      C
It's time