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Michael
He ties his bags around his thighs
Newspaper bags filled with newspaper lies
And combs his hair, straightens his tie
But the people still stare the people want to know why
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
After all these years when she was alive
He stood in the corner and he built a disguise
Now that she's gone, the house won't rise
So he sits on a milk crate with a handsaw to the sky
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
So don't call me man, don't call me boy anymore
Take or leave your crown behind and I'll cry your name in war
And there's rocks in windows that Michael threw
And this weeks window...it's for you
He dropped out of Amherst in his second year
And now he's digging holes for the state
And he lays so still in the morning chill
'Cause he's having trouble sleeping late
And he pours down the concrete on 7th street
And the children come up slow with open hands
And as they set them in, he's ashamed within
'Cause he knows that once they walk away he'll just go fill it up again
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
Oh and I should go, but can I stay?
Just one more song and I'll be on my way
Don't' call me man don't call me boy
Don't call me man don't call me boy
When he lost his home, and his face grew thin
He traded her dresses for a used violin
And when he raised the wood and touched it to his chin
He whispered who I am, ain't nothing like the wasted man I've been
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
Far away we go
We go far away
We go so far that you can't even see us grow
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We go so far that you can't even see us grow
We go far away
Far away we go
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
He whispered who I am, ain't nothing like the wasted man I've been
And when he raised the wood and touched it to his chin
He traded her dresses for a used violin
When he lost his home, and his face grew thin
Don't call me man don't call me boy
Don't' call me man don't call me boy
Just one more song and I'll be on my way
Oh and I should go, but can I stay?
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
'Cause he knows that once they walk away he'll just go fill it up again
And as they set them in, he's ashamed within
And the children come up slow with open hands
And he pours down the concrete on 7th street
'Cause he's having trouble sleeping late
And he lays so still in the morning chill
And now he's digging holes for the state
He dropped out of Amherst in his second year
And this weeks window...it's for you
And there's rocks in windows that Michael threw
Take or leave your crown behind and I'll cry your name in war
So don't call me man, don't call me boy anymore
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
So he sits on a milk crate with a handsaw to the sky
Now that she's gone, the house won't rise
He stood in the corner and he built a disguise
After all these years when she was alive
He chose to fill the air with echoes of an ordinary life
But the people still stare the people want to know why
And combs his hair, straightens his tie
Newspaper bags filled with newspaper lies
He ties his bags around his thighs
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