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Cake - Fred Jones, Part 2 (With Ben Folds)
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*Ben Folds*
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark,
there's an awkward young shadow who waits in the hall.
Yeah, he's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes;
things that remind him that life has been good.
Twenty-five years, he's worked at the paper,
the man's here to take him downstairs;
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"
There was no party, and there were no songs,
'cause today's just a day like the day that he started,
and no one is left here who knows his first name,
and life barrels on like a runaway train
where the passengers change, but they don't change anything
you get off someone else can get on
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"
*w/John Mcrae*
Street light shines through the shades,
casting lines on the floor, and lines on his face
he reflects on the day.
Fred gets his paints out and goes to the basement
projecting some slides
onto a plain white canvas
and traces it, 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,
he's forgotten but not yet gone.
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones...
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones...
and "I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, it's time"
*Ben Folds: "John Mcrae of Cake, y'all"*
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Anastacia : I do
Who are they anyway
With their sticks and stones
Don't they know that we know?
There's a chill within their bones
They blame and they mame
Make us feel so cold inside
But they cannot take us there cause we will fight
I think the-
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world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
I think the world's gone crazy
Chorus:
Who wants a love without anger and rage?
I do
Who wants a world where a kid can be safe?
I do
Who-
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wants to pray for the end of the pain
For the calm at the end of the day
Where there's not always more of the same
I do
Wanna breathe
Wanna move
and not ever feel afraid
Wanna live in a place
Where the truth still find....
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