| O where are you now my love of mine
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| I’ve had every drop of my brandy and wine
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| Until I am safe within your arms
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| My tears fill all of my days
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| O say that you won’t leave me and say you won’t deceive me
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| It’s a fine man you are, my God you have my heart
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| Baby come to my uncles wake with me
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| At your brothers parlour up the street
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| And I’ll take you away for a drink with me
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| And I will hold you close to me
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| Do you remember the first time we met my love
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| I was stunned at how pretty you are
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| I couldn’t believe you would talk to me
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| I hung on every word
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| Wine comes in at the mouth
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| Love comes in at the eye
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| I lift my glass to my mouth
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| I look at you and I sigh
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| Well today have I told you, I love you
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| That there’s no one else above you
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| It’s a fine lass you are
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| Oh my God, you have my heart
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| I will break anyone’s goddamn neck
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| If I hear that they’ve crossed you or broke your respect
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| From Bridgeport to Beverly all of the time
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| Chicago is yours now because it is mine
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| Although our nights are empty my love
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| You still can see the stars
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| You are truly a light in this fucking dark
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| And endless world of ours
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| On a Sunday mornin' for church early
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| With a kick my father would awaken me
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| Shouting some verbal abuse at me
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| Spewing drunk history, waving a gun at me
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| So come sit you down upon my knee
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| For I love how gentle you are
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| I know you know what it’s like to be hurt
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| Hell I even love your dog, Palais
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| I will break your goddamn neck
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| If I hear that you’ve crossed me or broke her respect
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| I’m not the friend you knew back then
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| You’re now entering the world of men
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| The lights from the skyline reflect on the shore
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| Of my beautiful city and the town I adore
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| This city could crush you if you don’t step aside
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| But this town will embrace you, because it is mine
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| Chicago, it’s where we were born and it’s where we will go
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| All the pubs and the bookies that I call my home
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| Where warlords and con men like rats scurry home
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| But I walk these streets without a care all alone |