Chicago, you're alone. If you're living in Chicago, it's your home. If you're living in Chicago, you're alone. If you're living in Chicago, you're alone
- to my sweet home Chicago. Oh - baby, don't you want to go? Oh - baby, don't you want to go? Back to the land of California - to my sweet home Chicago
sich selbst nicht ganz so pflegt, pflegt sie zumeindest den Kontakt Refrain: Und sie traumt von Chicago von Chicago irgendwo wo sie keiner kennt und sie traumt von Chicago von Chicago
: There's a million things that I could say If you're down for listening I never thought I'd feel so alone I never thought I'd want to come back home
to the same old place, my sweet home Chicago Come on, baby don't you want to go Com on, baby don't you want to go To the same old place, sweet home Chicago
i went through to avoid you and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you but there's a light on in chicago and
'm gone. I'll be up at 7 o'clock whoa oh oh whoa oh oh 7 o'clock to Chicago Whoa oh whoa oh I'll be on the 7 o'clock to Chicago I ain't got no second
: And my eyes are so sore From staring in your deep blue eyes And I swear gonna save the day As we hesitate for long goodbyes No heavy breathing
: Today's been like a movie With you in all the right scenes And I forget all my lines With constant dreams about you And everything we've been through
: And don't strike the match As you call the ambulance Cause if we're not more than friends Then I can start this fire with my own two hands And watch
: I had a dream last night we Drove out to see Las Vegas We lost ourselves in the bright lights I wish you could have seen us Begging for change to get
: This song is for winners This song is for winning field goal kickers And not for anyone like me Because leaving here means losing you And your only
: Taking notice Of the quiet subtleties of the next morning. I'm so sorry if your mourning But the way you said my name just drove me crazy Tired of
: UHH qwel summer heat stroke have a heat stroke so this one joe goes there was this flow that boasts he totes a gun dont know his promo caught some
: How they pimpin slippin backwards like not it hypnotic and it's not a game I got fame in the back and he came with the snake in the closet but not
: your eyes like messengers told every word if only thoughts could kill such a subtle look destroyed this army of one that defended everything i loved
but I've never died but its not because that I have not tried Endings mostly never mean goodbye but do answer the "what if's" well Good Luck in Chicago
: Falling forward, winter mess As a train rattles overhead This memory feels like a ghost Walking here beside me All the streets have stayed the same
