Pulaski at Night

Half empty, half full

Cup runneth over

Horns of plenty, coffers full

We're starting over

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Half empty, half full

Cup runneth over

Horns of plenty, coffers full

We're starting over

I write you a story

But it loses its thread

And all of my witnesses

Keep turning up, turning up dead

I paint you a picture

Of Pulaski at night

Come back to Chicago

City of, city of light

Come back to Chicago

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I paint you a picture

But it never looks right

'Cause I fill in the shadows

And block out the, I block out the light

I send you a postcard

It says, "Pulaski at night"

Greetings from Chicago

City of, city of light

Come back to Chicago

City of, city of light

Come back to Chicago