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i've got my gym shorts onwith two wings strapped oncascading through concrete streets on the runi am a child, the sky scraper's sonthe lake winds blow coldbut i'm the warmest soulas the sun hits the windowsit reminds me of the fires of oldthe blood of calumet runs through our veinsriding the saddle of instrustry's reinswe'll paint chicago all black and whiteand try to play our pieces rightthe night is growing oldbut i'm growing youngerthis is what always to happenswhen lost in the suburbsworld fair ghosts have been singing for 200 yearsskyscrapers are sentinelscasting shadows from the canopy raining abovebut their walls are so thick and hold secrets deep withinwith the wind at my back and a brush in my handLetras de cancionesthe highway spills paint like a river through landwe'll paint chicago all black and whiteand maybe play our pieces rightwe'll paint chicago all black and whitecheckerboard sidewalks, how they providethe next move, and maybe we'll make it through the nightif we play our pieces right From Letras Mania