All is well again I think, I'm gonna be alright And I'm feeling better Again Loving you was sad Affairs of timing that were bad And the laughing ended
(Robert Lamm) All is well again I think I'm gonna be alright And I'm feeling better Again Loving you was sad Affairs of timing that were bad And the
Traduction: Chicago. Tout Va Bien.
: (Robert Lamm) All is well again I think I'm gonna be alright And I'm feeling better Again Loving you was sad Affairs of timing that were bad And the
Tim is missing you Missy's missing you Rashad is missing you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no) Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you
block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) (What's up to all the homies?) Every block is kinda mean (
reeled it in It'll be interesting to see how much she's done as well Then there's my friend from Chigago God, do I love all people from Chicago? All ready
Legend's in the house Talib Kweli will work it out My man Apl.De is in the house Will.I.Am is definitely in the house Fergie Ferg is in the house Whadup
I was born in chicago in 1941 I was born in chicago in 1941 Well My father told me Son you had better get a gun Well my first friend went down when
in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well
town and Cold Irons bound. There's too many people, too many to recall I thought some of 'em were friends of mine, I was wrong about 'em all Well, the road is
there's no one around Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday and she passed by My love for her is taking such
got a nasty reputation We're in a sticky situation - it's down to me and you So tell me - is it true ... they say there ain't nobody better Well now
games Misty eyes and sad goodbyes to say When love is gone why try to put a finger on what happened When somewhere down the road it slipped away (chorus) All
singing for you. I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes
see But most hold inside yourself Eternally Well, I drug your ghost across the country And we plotted out my death In every city, memories would whisper Here is
