Well, you covered your tracks and now I can't see you
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You had your ashes scattered at sea
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There's no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at
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You were in the NY Times obituary
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There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
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Some photographs and some memories
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Sometime I dial your phone number by mistake
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And this is what I hear
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"This is no longer a working number baby
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Please redial your call
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This is no longer a working number
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Your party doesn't live here anymore.
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This is no longer a working number
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If you still require help
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Stay on the line and an operator
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Will try to bail you out."
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I knew I should have seen you that Thursday
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I knew I shouldn't have left
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But you sounded so good, your spirits so up
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I thought I'd see you next week
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I say over and over if I had half a brain
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If I had half a brain in my head
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I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number
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And listening to what some recording said
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"This is no longer a working number baby
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Please redial your call
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This is no longer a working number
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Your party doesn't live here anymore.
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This is no longer a working number
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But if you still require help
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Stay on the line and an operator
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Will try to bail you out."
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I knew I should have written, written things down
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I always say I'll never forget
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Who can forget a one-eye pilot
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Who's a concert pianist
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A painter, a poet, songwriter supreme
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My friends are blending in my head
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They're melting into one great spirit
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And that spirit isn't dead
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Now I may not remember everything that you said
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But I remember all the things you've done
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And not a day goes by, not an hour
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When I don't try to be like you
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You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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And you were that way all the time
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So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselves
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Every time I dial the wrong line
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This is no longer a working number baby
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This is no longer a working number
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Gassed, stoked and ready to go
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Gassed, stoked and ready to go
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Gassed, stoked and ready to go
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Gassed, stoked and ready to go
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Gassed And Stoked (Loss)
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| Lou Reed |
