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Chicago Heroine
If only I could show you how wonderful you truly are.
If only there were a mirror powerful enough to display such beauty.
If only there were enough words to describe your presence.
When you walk into the room you bring a vibe with you.
You have a way of making everybody smile,
making everybody laugh and enjoy the little things.
You're so much smarter than you give yourself credit for,
so lighten up champ,
because one of these days I promise to make you happy,
as happy as you deserve to be.
You deserve the kind of happiness that never ends.
the type of euphoria that can't even be compared to those of drugs.
because the high you give me is one of a kind, pure and natural,
but just as addictive as Chicago heroine.
Every time I gaze into those deep dark eyes I lose myself.
The world is insignificant.
Nothing and nobody matter except for the second we're living in,
and never mind the fact that I'm shaking,
I don't care if my breathing isn't steady...
When the time comes that I can no longer hold you,
the dreaded moment when your eyes are no longer mine to look into,
when your arms no longer wish to have me near,
I can't help but break down.
I suppose that every high comes with a crash.
If only there were a mirror powerful enough to display such beauty.
If only there were enough words to describe your presence.
When you walk into the room you bring a vibe with you.
You have a way of making everybody smile,
making everybody laugh and enjoy the little things.
You're so much smarter than you give yourself credit for,
so lighten up champ,
because one of these days I promise to make you happy,
as happy as you deserve to be.
You deserve the kind of happiness that never ends.
the type of euphoria that can't even be compared to those of drugs.
because the high you give me is one of a kind, pure and natural,
but just as addictive as Chicago heroine.
Every time I gaze into those deep dark eyes I lose myself.
The world is insignificant.
Nothing and nobody matter except for the second we're living in,
and never mind the fact that I'm shaking,
I don't care if my breathing isn't steady...
When the time comes that I can no longer hold you,
the dreaded moment when your eyes are no longer mine to look into,
when your arms no longer wish to have me near,
I can't help but break down.
I suppose that every high comes with a crash.
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