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Well you covered your tracks and now I can't see you
You had your ashes scattered at sea
There's no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at
You were in the new york times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie
Some photographs and memories
Sometimes I dial your phone number by mistake
And this is what I hear

This is no longer a working number, baby
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesn't live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
If you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out

I knew I should have seen you that thursday
I knew I shouldn't have left
But you sounded so good, your spirits so up
I thought I'd see you next week
I say over and over if I had half a brain
If I had half a brain in my head
I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number
And listening to what some recording said

This is no longer a working number
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesn't live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
Well, if you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out

I knew I should have written, written things down
I always say I'll never forget
Who can forget a one-eyed pilot
Who's a concert pianist, ah
A painter, a poet, songwriter supreme
My friends are blending in my head
They're melting into one great spirit
And that spirit isn't dead

Now I may not remember everything that you said
But I remember all the sings you've done
And not a day goes by not an hour
When I don't try to be like you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
And you were that way all of the time
So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselves
Every time I dial the wrong line

This is no longer a working number, baby
This is no longer a working number
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
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