(Nanci Griffith)
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My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
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I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here
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And I came by here just to tell you good-by
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I can see it in your face, you don't want to know why
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[Chorus:]
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I made up my mind late last night
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That I would leave your city behind
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Oh, and love is not in question
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When you're holding the answer
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In your cold heart and your closed mind
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You've got a cold heart and a closed mind
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Out in these streets these people are angry
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Well, they push and shove one another aside
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Well, I worked from the heart and you worked for the money
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But I paid the price for your will to survive
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[Chorus]
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Chicago roars like a midwest hurricane
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I see that storm in your eyes
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One of these mornings when you're making your way
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Just gonna wash you out with the tide
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[Repeat first verse]
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[Chorus]
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Cold Hearts / Closed Minds
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| Nanci Griffith |
