| Dear Chicago,
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| You’ll never guess.
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| You know the girl you said I’d meet someday?
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| Well, I’ve got something to confess.
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| She picked me up on Friday.
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| Asked me if she reminded me of you.
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| I just laughed and lit a cigarette,
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| Said «that's impossible to do.»
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| My life’s gotten simple since.
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| And it fluctuates so much.
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| Happy and sad and back again.
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| I’m not crying out to much.
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| Think about you all the time.
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| It’s strange and hard to deal.
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| Think about you lying there.
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| And those blankets lie so still.
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| Nothing breathes here in the cold.
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| Nothing moves or even smiles.
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| I’ve been thinking some of suicide.
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| But there’s bars out here for miles.
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| Sorry about the every kiss.
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| Every kiss you wasted.
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| I think the thing you said was true,
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| I’m going to die alone and sad.
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| The wind’s feeling real these days.
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| Yeah, baby, it hurt’s me some.
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| Never thought I’d feel so blue.
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| New York City, you’re almost gone.
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| I think that I’ve fallen out of love,
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| I think I’ve fallen out of love. |
| .. with you. |