I met a new me at 8 am
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The other one got lost
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This was not a trade in
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Although I wouldn't believe the cost
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I woke up crying as we said goodbye
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Me an my old self
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Each day he vanished more and more
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As I became someone else
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He actually was murdered I had taken him apart
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But when I put him back together
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I couldn't find his heart
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It was resting underneath a chair
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In a bed of bright tin foil
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If I pulled back the flaps
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I could still see it beat
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I could still hear his voice uncoil
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As I said :
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I want a trade in
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A 14th chance at this life
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I've met a woman with a thousand faces
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And I want to make her my wife
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How could I have been so mistaken
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How could I think that it was true
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A child that is raised by an idiot
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And that idiot then becomes you
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How could I believe in a movie
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How could I believe in a book
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But most of all how could I listen to you
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Such an obvious schmuck
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A life spent listening to assholes
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It's funny but it's true
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So get rid of them I said to myself
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But first I'm getting rid of you
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I want a trade in
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A 14th chance at this life
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I've met a woman with a thousand faces
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And I want to make her my wife
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Take me over to the window
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My heart said to my head
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Please set me on fine
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So we can start again
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I was so wrong that it's funny
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And I can't apologize/ but instead,
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You can be everything that I'm not
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The second that I die
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I want a trade in
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The second chance at this life
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I've met a woman with a thousand faces
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And I want to make her my wife
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Trade In
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| Lou Reed |
