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L. A.'s fine the sun shines most the timeand the feelin' ist lay back
Palmtrees grow and renks are lowbut you know I keep thinkin' 'boutmaking my way back.
Well I'm New York city born and raisedbut nowadays I'm lost between two shores.L. A.'s finebut it ain't home
New Yorks homebut it ain't mine no more.I am
I said
To noone thereand noone heard at all noteven the chair.I am
I cried
I am said Iand I am lost and I caneven say why.
Leavin' me lonely still.
Did you ever read about a frog
Who dreamed of bein'a kingand then became one.
Well except for the names and a few other changesif you talk about methe story's the same onebut I got an emptyness deep insideand I've triedbut it won't let me goand I'm not a man who likes to swearbut I never cared for the sound of bein' alone.
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