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fred sits alone at his desk in the dark KFZ Klebefolie There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes Things that remind him: 'life has been good' Webprogrammierung Twenty-five years He's worked at the paper A man's here to take him downstairs And i'm sorry, mr. jones madrid airport It's time
There was no party, there were no songs 'cause today's just a day like the day that he started Mailand Karte Noone is left here that knows his first name And life barrels on like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don't change anything monte carlo restaurant You get off; someone else can get on
Streetlight shines through the shades Casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face He reflects on the day Werbeagenturen Bremen
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement Projecting some slides onto a plain white Canvas and traces it notebook reparatur Fills in the spaces He turns off the slides, and it doesn't look right Yeah, and all of these bastards Have taken his place Malvorlagen He's forgotten but not yet gone
And i'm sorry, mr. jones And i'm sorry, mr. jones Zigeunerkarten And i'm sorry, mr. jones It's time
