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LA's fine, sunshine most of the time |
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The feeling is laid back |
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Palm trees grow and the rents are low |
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But you know I keep thinking about |
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Making my way back |
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Well, I'm New York City born and raised |
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But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores |
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LA's fine, but it ain't home |
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New York's home but it ain't mine no more |
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I am, I said |
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To no one there |
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And no one heard at all |
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Not even the chair |
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I am, I cried |
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I am, said I |
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And I am lost, and I can't even say why |
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Leavin' me lonely still |
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Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king |
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And then became one |
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Well, except for the names and a few other changes |
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If you talk about me, the story's the same one |
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But I got an emptiness deep inside |
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And I've tried but it won't let me go |
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And I'm not a man who likes to swear |
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But I've never cared for the sound of being alone |
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I am, I said |
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To no one there |
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And no one heard at all |
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Not even the chair |
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I am, I cried |
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I am, said I |
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And I am lost, and I can't even say why |
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I am, I said |
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I am, I cried |
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I am... |