Chicago

Lyrics

In this grave hour, I have composed our final song
 The last words of our love lost
 I called your hands home for years
 For years, for years, for years on end
 It's become distant and I hate my helpless defiance, no
 You have no problem finding me
 Although you only commit unintentionally
 I do it for the Lord, I do it for Chicago
 I once lived for you, and I've never ever been
 So wrong, wrong, wrong, so wrong, wrong, wrong
 We keep building, building to find no release
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:44
Key
11
Tempo
147 BPM

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