Streetlights blind my eyes through a shade
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that's halfway pulled
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Cracklin' right side interrupts the radio in my head
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Speeding through a familiar town that I don't know all too well
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I find a glimpse of you outside my home
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If you ever want to come home from Chicago
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And leave the things that habit made you love
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I'll be there to await your arrival
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To give you a life you'll never know
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Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not the only one
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Sometimes my silence speaks for itself
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As I stroll on down the street I pray for a chance
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I'll see you ther
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This time I think I'll share my life with you
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Chicago
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| Ingram Hill |
