Chicago

By Sarge

On Charcoal

Released on January 1, 1996

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I walked into the bar where you hung out

24 and I still hadn't figured it out

Eight months pregnant and sick with all these lies

Smeared red lipstick and your hand halfway up her thigh

And yes I learned

From the sight of you with her

And now this child will come into the death of me and you

To wait her turn

This handsome child turned wild of 13

Fallen angel [?] other breed

She's findin' nothing in the answers that she's sought

A love redemption in this car in a vacant lot

And her eyes burned

Cuz the [?]

And it made her sick to see the void of us and she

Or waits her turn

She's 29 and [?] on the inside

Her eyes are empty and she [?]

But eventually I'll [?]

She paid attention to the legacy made in her eyes

And she has learned

Cuz you gave this gift to her

That she is what she suffered through [?] still with me and you

To take her turn