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Well here I am in Chicago |
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All alone near the place where we met |
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And as I walk through the rain the wind whispers your name |
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Oh, why won't they let me forget. |
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Cause when the wind blows I get lonely |
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And one thing for sure you'll find |
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That the wind always blows in Chicago |
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Oh, oh, so I'm lonely most all of the time. |
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Well, folks look so happy here on State Street |
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They don't know that our love's not the same |
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I'm alone in the crowd with my hopes in the clouds |
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'Cause the wind just whispers your name. |
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And when the wind blows I get lonely |
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And one thing for sure you'll find |
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That the wind always blows in Chicago |
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Oh, oh, so I'm lonely most all of the time. |
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Well, I'm saying goodbye to Chicago |
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I'm gonna catch a lonely old train |
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And I hope I hope people go where the wind doesn's blow |
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Oh, at least it won't whispers your name. |
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'Cause when the wind blows I get lonely |
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And one thing for sure you'll find |
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That the wind always blows in Chicago |
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Oh, oh, so I'm lonely most all of the time... |
