Uptown by Chicago
Walkin' through the fog on a cold and cloudy night
Lookin' through the smog that surrounds the mornin' light
The shades of brown. it gets me down, exactly like my life
I don't deserve the hand I'm dealt, a flush in spades of strife
I've grown tired of speeches that are nothing but a bore
So I'm rounding up the broken me and headin' on out the door
Without no lag I'm packin' my bag of discontented frowns
And hopping numer eighty-six, the first train that is freedom bound
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