Hello, Chicago, goodbye, small town.
I'll be back again real soon,
but maybe I'll leave the worst of me,
lying in pieces in dirty city streets.
I'll cry out and bleed out and scream out and pretend scenary actually changes something.
I'll inject rock and roll in my veins and I'll lose myself in electronic sounds.
I'll praise the shameful lyrics and I'll revel in rompous melodies.
And I'll come back here and I'll come back down and it will all come back to me.
I'll be followed.
I'll be followed.
These raucous things that are always following me...
Even though I wish to leave the worst of me,
Lying in pieces in dirty city streets.
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