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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