Chicagoland

Irene Wilde

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    Something wicked this way comes
    Something wicked this way comes
    The pyre waits for the woman who wants
    Something wicked this way comes
    Something wicked this way comes
    Something wicked this way comes
    The lady is burnt by her lover’s tongue
    Something wicked this way comes

    Just driving around, just driving around
    Oh, I think I might just be Chicago bound
    For I gotta make it out there
    For you’re the friend that I need
    To see, so maybe my heart will know some peace

    My heads starting to pound
    Starting to pound
    These flashes through my eyelids
    Are scaring me now
    But I gotta make it out there
    For there’s a friend that I need
    To see, to keep these images from ending me

    Nervous twitch in my hands
    For another cigarette that will surely be my end
    I can’t calm down
    I gotta make it there to make my amends
    Just so I can beg you to hold me
    So there would be silence in my head
    But I am unwanted in Chicagoland

    Growing fearful now
    I'm growing fearful now
    For every time I reach you
    You're response is foul
    But I gotta make it out there
    For there’s a friend that I need
    To see
    So maybe my heartache will cease
    In me

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    I'm growing manic now
    I'm growing manic now
    My sanity breaks with every pound
    Of my poor heartbeat
    As I'm reading the things you’re sending me
    Get the fuck outta town

    Oh, nervous twitch in my hands
    For another cigarette that will surely be my end
    Another mile down
    I can feel my panic rising
    For I just to hold me
    To help contain who I am
    But I'm unwanted in Chicago

    Oh, my wicked heart
    Oh, this way comes to you
    Asking for my friend

    Oh, my wicked heart
    Oh, this way comes to you
    With hope, you’ll take me in

    Oh, my wicked heart
    Oh, how it needs you
    Despite the lashings of your tongue

    Oh, my wicked heart
    Better turn around
    You’re a burden now
    You have no friend here

    Oh, nervous twitch in my hands
    For another cigarette that will be but one end
    I’ve lost it now
    I can feel myself
    Hyperventilating
    For all I needed
    All I needed
    Was my friend
    Now I'm all alone in Chicagoland

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    Composición: Irene Wilde

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