michael, where are you now?
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somehow in my excitement the last time you called,
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it slipped again to ask your hidden whereabouts
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i got a lead from your old triple ex-girlfriend, she said
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"i heard he lost his mind again"
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"again?" i said
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i didn't know that you ever did
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michael, where are you now?
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sleeping through the morning in flannel impaired
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getting high in southern air
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shoeless, sandy eveing down the unfamiliar
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last whiff of salt-water freedom
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skipping shells in the dead zone
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with the ghost on your side
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of the state borderline
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whispering
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"take it. . ."
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do you remember our first subway ride?
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our first heavy metal haircuts?
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our last swim on the east coast?
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and me with my ridiculous looking pierced nose?
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i remember your warm smile in the sun
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the daydreaming boy without a shirt on
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the birmingham barfly father
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left the mother of three sons
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you're the oldest juvenile delinquent bum
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my best friend
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Michael
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Red House Painters |