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In the midwest, I know a man

I can't remember the name of his town

He holds cigarettes

But dreams of my hands

When December's cold claim burns down

With eyes on his lashes

And on the street

We could not see

The shuffling his feet

With a brain so focused

And friends so lovely

He could not think for thinking of me

How I miss him now

And the chance to explain

But this Georgia voice couldn't count through that Illinois rain

But he certainly found out what I meant on the rooftop

When he followed me up there and drew circles on my back

When he fell asleep on my skipping heartbeat

Woke up when it had skipped out

Are we all so afraid to say

What we want while it's in our sight

I cannot embrace the day

Till I find that it's night

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