Walk a little walk down the bright side of Chicago. Talk a little talk don't speak of trouble. Be a little nice while Our hearts stay cold. Down chicago road. Isnt it easy when were livin for ourselves. Forgetting what went wrong. Let's remember someane.Isnt it easy but it's way to late. To make up for yesterdays trouble.
Let's make a little ride down Memphis drive. Talk a little much but speak no more. leave me hangin on your door. So when did I deserve to die .
Isn't it easy To look for the streets of gold. Keep Drivin me crazy. I guess I will find out, short ride, tonight. Is it amazing yeah how much is desired. Isn't it easy to play the tables wrong. But setting the dishes right. But maybe you and i under the skies will finnally find this easy life is hard. La la da da da , all right all wrong. It's easy to know what's hard. So long goodbye. It's easy ride, but a hard life.
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