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 New York Times obituary
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There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
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some photographs and memories
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Sometimes 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
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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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well, 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-eyed pilot
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who's a concert pianist, ah
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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 sings 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 of 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 rarin' to go
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gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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Gassed And Stoked - Loss
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| Lou Reed |
