Fred Jones, Pt. 2 Harmonica Tabs

-=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