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Michael Jordan

from Not Many Of Us Left by Steady Hands

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Michael Jordan, I'm sorry but it's time for you to go
Cause there's no room left here in this house
Yeah and I've traded it for the road
So I'm packing up these boxes and ditching all these clothes
I'm sure that some day this ship will sail back home

Cause memories are pornography
I'll remember you without hoarding all your things
Memories are pornography
Remember who I am and what I did
And then burn all of my shit

I dig through, through all these relics
just to find some sentiment
But all I see is mess
And most of it is shadowed
In my own indifference
So I grabbed all of my friends
And we traveled this great ocean
to try and finally make some sense
But now my bags are heavier than when I left

Now don't go feeling cheated
that the time you spent was fleeting after all
Or you'll get that sinking feeling
that your life was about leaving what you own
But its not that cold, and you're not that old
so take a hold of what's in your soul

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from Not Many Of Us Left, released July 14, 2012
Music and Lyrics by Sean Huber
Guitar and Vocals by Sean Huber
Piano by Andrew Kirnan
Bass and Percussion by George Legatos
Additional Vocals by Lucy Stone of Merigolds/Lucy Stone
Produced and Mixed by Eric Muth

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