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you belong to the Midwest

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Vocals: Dustin Monk
Instruments:
  Electric Guitar
  Bass
  Piano
  Drums
  Tambourine
  Glockenspiel
  Hammered Dulcimer

Goodby, little girl, you belong to the Midwest, hands buried in the snow.
I’m leaving at first light, hitchhiking my way to Charlotte, doing a jelly roll.
I know you won’t miss me or the carousels we rode or the way I made you safe.
You’ll be busy picking pinecones when I disappear completely like the tase of rain.

There’s no reaction to the loss: in forgetting, darling there never is.
There’s more distance between us than miles so I take a car or a bus or anything to get away.

Goodby, little girl, you belong to the Midwest, hands buried in the clouds.
The trees have gone white and ;the housed are grey and wet, blackbirds touch the ground.
Your eyes are the hands of a clock.
So we built a fire using a pem near the rising rocks that never seemd so real.
The fish were shining in the lake like a million dead stars.

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