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  • 7.4.05
    I wish I had a talking book
    That told me how to act and look
    A talking book that contained keys
    To past and present memories

    A talking book that said your name
    So if you were gone, you'd still remain
    More than a picture on a shelf
    In imagination I could touch

    A talking, talking book

    I wish I had a talking book
    Filled with buttons you could push
    Containing looks and sights, your touch
    Your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs

    How much I'd bluster to ask it why
    One must live and one must die

    I wish I had a talking book
    By my side so I could look
    And touch and feel and dream, a look
    Much bigger than a talking book
    A taste of loving future and past
    Is that so much to really ask
    In this one moment's time and space
    Can our love really be replaced
    By a talking book

    Can our love really be replaced
    By a talking book
    Can our love really be replaced
    By a talking book
    Can our love ever, forever be replaced
    Can our love ever be replaced

    Can our love ever be replaced
    (can our love really be replaced)
    By a talking book

    (Lou Reed: A Perfect Night in London. No player.)
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