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For all my Chicago GCers...since I have been obsessed with your city for the past few days.
Chicago by Ingram Hill
The street lights blind my eyes
Through a shade that's halfway pulled.
Cracklin' light outside interrupts the radio in my head.
Speeding through a familar self I don't know all too well.
Find a glimpse outside my home.
If you ever want to come home from Chicago
Leave the things that habit made you love.
I'll be there to await your arrival
To give you a life you've never known
Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm not the only one,
Somehow my silence speaks for itself.
As I stroll down this street,
I pray for a chance I'll see you there.
This time I think I'll share my life with you.
If you ever want to come home from Chicago
Leave the things that habit made you love.
I'll be there to await your arrival
To give you a life you've never known
If you ever want to come home from Chicago,
Leave the things that habit made you love.
I'll be there to await your arrival
To give you a life you've never known (repeats until end)
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Phi Mu
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