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_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh great intentions, I've got the best of interventions, but when the ads come, I think.
about it now.
In my _ inflections, _ entrepreneurial conditions take us to glory, I think about it now.
I _ will satisfy my ambitions, make it that picture, celebrate the ages, have a long vacation,.
color celebrations, for you my ambitions, to your name.
Oh great white city, I've got the adequate committee, where have your walls gone?.
I think about it now.
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Am Chicago, in
C fashion,
G the
E sultry,
B expensive, old
C Columbia.
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Am From Paris,
C in central,
G like the
E world we
F invented,
C _ identity.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh great intentions, come on in with the invitation, have you no conscience?.
I think about it _ now.
Oh God of progress, have you degraded or forgot us?.
Where have your laws gone?.
I think about it now.
If I look at the horizons, you think typically terrific.
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G Am Chicago,
C the new age,
G a
E hundred-frame progress,
F hey old
C Columbia.
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F Am The music, for
C pleasure,
F please
E not the music,
F pleasure's
C not the medicine,.
Chicago, the new age, a hundred-frame progress, hey
G old Columbia.
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Come
G on
D Columbia.
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D cried _ _ _ myself _
F#m to sleep last
A night, found
D a ghost, a girl, he was brought
F#m _ to
A my window.
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D was over time, I
Bm just asked _
F#m to end
A my _ life.
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D the attitude, the regret, of
F#m a thousand _
A dreams.
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D am with my heart, and a superstitious head.
I am writing love,
A I am writing love.
D Even in my best condition, I make all those stupid
F#m decisions.
I am writing love,
A I am writing love.
And
D he laughed at
Bm the attitudes of
F#m a _ fox, at
D the hollow hearts.
He laughed at the attitudes, they
F#m _ might
A get the most.
What
D is to be with love and spirit,
Bm everything is
D educated.
Are you ready for love, are you ready for
A me?.
D Even in his heart, the
Bm fellow has to know the words.
D Are you ready for love, are you ready for
A me?.
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Bm I cried myself _
F#m to sleep _ last
A night, for
D the earth and
Bm materials.
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F#m may sound just
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D to me.
Even with the rest, we
Bm live it, everything is integrated.
F#m Are you ready for my heart,
A are you ready for my
D heart?.
Even in his heart, the
Bm fellow has to know the water
F#m level.
Are you ready for my
A heart, are you ready for my
D heart?.
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