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According to Billboard chart statistics, Chicago is second only to the Beach Boys as the most successful American rock band of all time, in terms of both albums and singles. Judged by album sales, as certified by the R.I.A.A., the band does not rank quite so high, but it is still among the Top Ten best-selling U.S. groups ever. If such statements of fact surprise, that’s because Chicago has been singularly underrated since the beginning of its long career, both because of its musical ambitions (to the musicians, rock is only one of several styles of music to be used and blended, along with classical, jazz, R&B, and pop) and because of its refusal to emphasize celebrity over the music. The result has been that fundamentalist rock critics have consistently failed to appreciate its music and that its media profile has always been low. At the same time, however, Chicago has succeeded in the ways it intended to. From the beginning of its emergence as a national act, it has been able to fill arenas with satisfied fans. And beyond the impressive sales and chart statistics, its music has endured, played constantly on the radio and instantly familiar to tens of millions. When, in 2002, Chicago’s biggest hits were assembled together on the two-disc set The Very Best of Chicago: Only the Beginning and the album debuted in the Top 50, giving the band the distinction of having had chart albums in five consecutive decades, the music industry and some music journalists may have been startled. But the fans who had been supporting Chicago for over 30 years were not.
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Girl, well it’s been one of those days again,
and it seems like the harder I try,
over and over, I’m right back where I began;
but you understand.
Oh girl, when nothing else in this world goes right,
oh I just want to run to you.
You pull me through.
Oh baby, who wouldn’t want to have you in their life?

Tell me: What kind of man would I be,
living a life without any meaning?
And I know you could surely survive without me,
but if I had to live without you,
tell me what kind of man would I be?

Times when it was pointless for me to try;
I was more than a desperate man.
What seemed like forever was gone with one touch of your hand.
Oh, girl, if I could count all the sleepless nights,
when you were there for me.
A fool could see, oh baby,
once that I found you there was no letting go.

Tell me: What kind of man would I be,
living a life without any meaning?
And I know you could surely survive without me,
but if I had to live without you,
tell me what kind of man would I be?

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