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Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin' town. Chicago, Chicago, I will show you around. I love it. Bet your bottom dollar you'll lose the blues. In Chicago, Chicago. The town that Billy Sunday couldn't
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Hook Pharrell x2. I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam. Tell me what you wanna do. I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam. Tell me what you wanna do. Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad
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jeden schon gehabt. Auch wenn sie sich selbst nicht ganz so pflegt. Pflegt sie zu mindestens den Kontakt Und sie träumt von Chicago. Von Chicago. Irgendwo wo sie keiner kennt. Und sie träumt von
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jeden schon gehabt. Auch wenn sie sich selbst nicht ganz so pflegt. Pflegt sie zu mindestens den Kontakt Und sie träumt von Chicago. Von Chicago. Irgendwo wo sie keiner kennt. Und sie träumt von
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. 7 o'clock to Chicago, whoa, oh, oh It's never easy breakin' this old addiction. I, I've got the reasons but no rationale. And I wanna hate you 'cause you don't give me no conviction. Your, your
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Chicago (That Toddling Town). Tony Bennett. Written by Fred Fisher. . - from his "Strike Up the Band" lp with Count Basie Roulette 25231. - This version did not chart but. In 1922, two versions
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Come on, now baby, don't you wanna go. Come on, a-baby, don't you wanna go. Back to that place I love, sweet home Chicago Come on, now baby, don't you wanna go. Come on, a-baby, don't you wanna go
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I′m drunk and I'm high. I′m drunk and I'm high. I'm drunk and I′m high. I′m drunk, drunk and I'm high. I′m drunk and I'm high. I′m drunk (drunk) and I'm high. And I′m in Chicago. Concentrate
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I got the surprise, the surprise of my life. I had to stop and stare. I saw a man dancing with his own wife. And you will never guess where. . Chicago, Chicago. The toddlin' town, the toddlin
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Oh baby don't you want to go. Oh baby don't you want to go. Back to the land of california. to my sweet home chicago Oh baby don't you want to go. Oh baby don't you want to go. Back to the land
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Come on. Baby, don't you wanna go home. Come on. Baby, don't you wanna go home. Back from the land of California. To my sweet home Chicago Come on. Baby, don't you wanna go home. Come on
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night and day. Oh baby, if you still want me. Still need me, all you gotta do is let me. Walk right up to your door I'm makin' my way back to Chicago. I'm makin' my way, come rain or shine. I'm gonna
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Chicago, Chicago,. That toddlin' town. Chicago, Chicago,. I'll show you around. I love it!. Bet your bottom dollar. You lose the blues in. Chicago, Chicago. The folks who visit. All wanna
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Chicago, Chicago,. That toddlin' town. Chicago, Chicago,. I'll show you around. I love it!. Bet your bottom dollar. You lose the blues in. Chicago, Chicago. The folks who visit. All wanna
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Oh, baby don't you want to go,. Oh, baby don't you want to go,. Back to the land of California,. To my sweet home Chicago. Now one and one is two,. Two and two is four. I'm heavy loaded, baby
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wackerman (drums) Ride my face to chicago. Ride it all night long. Ride my face to chicago. Ride it all night long Say oo-wee-oo-oo. Oo-wee-oo-oo. You can say that!. Oo-wee-oo-oo. One more time!. Oo
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I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one. Well, my father told me. "Son, you had better get a gun" Well, my first friend went down. When I
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You always said I wouldn't stay. I guess you saw the way before it all began. I've always been a changin' train. And when you think on this you might forgive me then. Thanks for Chicago Mr James
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Dear Chicago,. You'll never guess. You know the girl you said I'd meet someday?. Well I got something to confess. She picked me up on Friday,. Asked me if she reminded me of you?. I just
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