| My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
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| I’ve got a ticket in my pocket says I’ll make it out of here
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| And I came by here just to tell you good-by
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| I can see it in your face, you don’t want to know why
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| I made up my mind late last night
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| That I would leave your city behind
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| Oh, and love is not in question
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| When you’re holding the answer
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| In your cold heart and your closed mind
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| You’ve got a cold heart and a closed mind
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| Out in these streets these people are angry
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| Well, they push and shove one another aside
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| Well, I worked from the heart and you worked for the money
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| But I paid the price for your will to survive
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| I made up my mind late last night
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| That I would leave your city behind
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| Oh, and love is not in question
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| When you’re holding the answer
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| In your cold heart and your closed mind
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| You’ve got a cold heart and a closed mind
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| Chicago roars like a midwest hurricane
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| I see that storm in your eyes
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| One of these mornings when you’re making your way
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| Just gonna wash you out with the tide
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| My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
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| I’ve got a ticket in my pocket says I’ll make it out of here
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| And I came by here just to tell you good-by
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| I can see it in your face, you don’t want to know why
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| I made up my mind late last night
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| That I would leave your city behind
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| Oh, and love is not in question
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| When you’re holding the answer
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| In your cold heart and your closed mind
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| You’ve got a cold heart and a closed mind |