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• Artiste: Highly Suspect
• Titre: Chicago
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Why am I fucking up so bad? What am I even doing? When am I ever gonna learn? What it is she already knows Baby, I met you in downtown Chicago But I, I had to drive away the very next day So I, flew your pretty ass to New York City Then I, I left you in L.A Was it love? Or my fantasy? Was it real? Or just a dream? Remember one night getting too fucked up in the Hamptons at Tom's I fell off his bike, and girl, you laughed at me so hard Spent a whole week getting drunk on the dunes of Cape Cod, that's when you met my father Was it love? Or my fantasy? Was it real? Or just a dream? Was it love? Or my fantasy? Cause sometimes you get so angry And I take it personal And I should've known That you were only hurting Cause life can be uncertain When you're only 19 years old So it's another late night out here in California And I'm, I'm burying my pain into somebody else And now you're back at home living with your mama Got my first record sitting on your shelf Was it love? Or my fantasy? Was it real? Or just a dream? Was it love? Or my fantasy? Was it real? Well baby I met you in downtown Chicago But I, had to drive away the next day So I, flew your pretty ass to New York City Then I, I left you in L.A