there’s bars out here for miles

we were here

dear chicago, you’ll never guess.
you know the girl you said i’d meet someday?
well, i’ve got something to confess.
she picked me up on friday.
asked me if she reminded me of you.
i just laughed and lit a cigarette,
said “that’s impossible to do.”

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