Yeah-hea
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The ground it shakes
The hills they breathe
The sun it burns
Both of my knees
Bound and determined
To find a meaning within
While the earth keeps on turning
All around again, uh
It's 3 a.m. in Chicago
Street lights they guide me to a brand-new tomorrow, uh
It's 3 a.m. in Chicago
A house in the ghetto
No lights on inside
A house in the suburbs
You will hear no children cry
But who built the statues?
That look down upon us
And who prints the money?
Who gets to control us?
It's 3 a.m. in Chicago
Street lights they guide me to a brand new tomorrow, uh
It's 3 a.m. in Chicago
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Yeah-hea
Uh
Yeah
It's 3 a.m. in Chicago
Street lights they guide me to a brand new tomorrow
It's 3 a.m. in Chicago, yeah, Chicago, yeah-hea