Chicago - Chains Lyrics
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Chains
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What Are The Lyrics For Chains By Chicago?
I don't want any trouble
I don't want to make any waves I don't want any conscience And I don't wanna be brave I've kept my distance My feelings have never been shown I know that I've been walking fences Denied what I have known And I carry chains (I carry chains) Heavy, heavy chains (Chains that are made) I carry chains 'round my feet (I carry chains) I feel the weight (I feel the weight) Chains are the different things That should not be hanging on me I put my conscience under a stone The stone under the ground Walked from where I had left it I hoped it couldn't be found My conscience persisted It's a haunted seed I have sown Calls me out from the distance And it just won't leave me alone And I carry chains (I carry chains) Chains that are made (Chains that are made) I carry heavy chains (I carry chains) Talk about the weight (I feel the weight) I carry chains (I carry chains) You know I feel the weight (Chains that are made) I feel, I feel (I carry chains) You no I feel the weight (I feel the weight) Chains are the temporary things That should not be hanging on me I carry chains, chains that are made I carry heavy chains, I feel the weight I carry chains, chains that are made I carry chains, I feel the weight I carry chains, chains that are made I carry chains, I feel the weight |
Who Wrote Chains By Chicago?
Ian Thomas
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What's The Duration Of The Chains By Chicago?The duration of Chains is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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