Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night
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Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light
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The shades of brown. It gets me down, exactly like my life
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I don't deserve the hand I'm dealt, a flush in spades of strife
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I've grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore
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So I'm rounding up the broken me and headin' on out the door
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Without no lag I'm packin' my bag of discontented frowns
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And hopping numer eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound
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Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown
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Big city lights
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Funkier nights
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Happier days
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Goin' my way
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It should be right
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But I'm still uptight
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Hey, I better put down
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And get movin' on
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I'm through with aggravation
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Don't deserve the degradation
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I'm putting all the negatives down
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To hop the train that's feedom bound for uptown
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Got my bag of many frowns and I'm takin' it on uptown
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Uptown
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| Chicago |
