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We'll live out our lives on this dirty old street, only because we just can't compete. |
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But in the concrete of our younger days, we left our names. |
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Just like the people before, when they reached the distant shore with their drink and their dance, and their dreams and sincere aims. |
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Ghosts long gone, through old buildings they stare. |
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With their offspring staring at me for they are still there. |
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Dreams that are dead and lives not realized. |
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Why did we write our names in these streets, to show we're alive? |
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Well, Chicago is my home and |
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I'll never want to roam, to live on any sun swept distant shore. |
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Well, it is where |
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I was reared by forbearers so revered, and |
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I sing the songs that they all sang before. |
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Well, any woman that's neared me has been repelled most thoroughly. |
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Still I'm a lover |
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God, I am foremost of all. |
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A musician that's my call of high degree professional. |
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But I'm afraid |
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I do not know my trade at all. |
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And if it's every twenty years some small relief to me appears, then the crock of gold will wait until that day. |
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To defend myself no more, lay the shield of anger at my door and the sword of alcohol will stow away. |
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All the people in our town are overworked and broken down. |
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Begging cheques but it's just not enough they're giving. |
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Crying quietly, living life so desperately. |
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That something has to make this life worth living. |
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Real life is only a timeline, and the excitement holds the short times. |
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It will never measure up to what |
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TV sells as great. |
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All the drunken jokes and views, exciting pubs they tell the news. |
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But the exciting pats, well, they just weren't all that great. |
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I met a girl one night and enchantment fixed our sight, so we decided we would hold it for awhile. |
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But she would not love me, so inside me finally said, "It's not your fault." |
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But I would like love if only for a while. |
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Well, it's on and on |
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I've seen, yeah that's how it's always been, and how it will be as ever on |
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I go. Oh, but ever on |
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I will. Through all the banal times until |
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I find some place to me that seems like home. |
