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Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over Half empty, half full Cup runneth over Horns of plenty, coffers full We're starting over I write you a story But it loses its thread And all of my witnesses Keep turning up, turning up dead I paint you a picture Of Pulaski at night Come back to Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago I paint you a picture But it never looks right Cause I fill in the shadows And block out the, I block out the light Letras de canciones I send you a postcard It says, "Pulaski at night" Greetings from Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago City of, city of light Come back to Chicago (Grazie a Islandera per questo testo) From Letras Mania