The Day I Left Chicago

The day I left Chicago
Colors spilled through the skies
The day I left Chicago
Colors spilled through the skies
Morning birds were singing
I had tears in my eyes

I was sitting in the backseat
A new life about to start
I was sitting in the backseat
A new life about to start
With a guitar and a suitcase
And a broken heart



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