| I’ve been to Chicago and I’ve seen it’s tallest tower
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| Rising high in silver spears in great displays of power
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| They got a lot of pretty things a man cannot ignore
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| Oh, but that’s not the city that I’m looking for
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| I’ve seen New York city now all covered in the snow
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| Shining bright with colored lights everywhere I go
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| But I feel something missing here
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| And I long for something more
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| Oh, it’s still not the city that I’m looking for
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| And every time that I try to rest my troubled soul
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| All I find is I’m not at home
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| And I will walk every road the world may have in store
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| But it’s still not the city that I’m looking for
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| I’ve been out to see L.A. in all it’s glory fine
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| To get a taste of hollywood some would call divine
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| But every sip upon my lip would kill me at the core
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| Knowing this is not the city that I’m looking for
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| Seems like just as long as I remember
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| I’ve never found the place I wanna find
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| But as long as I can get there by forever
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| I’ll admit that I don’t really mind
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| Cuz somewhere in that city by the pretty crystal sea
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| I’ve been told of streets of gold
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| And a mansion there for me
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| And nothing here can make me fear
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| The promise of that shore
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| Oh, and that’s the kind of city that I’m looking for
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| Oh, and that’s the kind of city that I’m looking for (2X) |