In this grave hour, I have composed our final song The last words of our love lost (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. (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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