L.A.'s fine, the sun shines most the time
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And the feeling is "lay back"
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Palm trees grow and rents are low
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But you know I keep thinkin' 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,
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I'm lost between two shores
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L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home
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New York's home,
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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 "I am"... said I
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And I am lost and I can't
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Even say why
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Leavin' me lonely still
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Did you ever read about a frog
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Who dreamed of bein' a king
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And then became one
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Well except for the names
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And a few other changes
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If you talk about me
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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
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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 never cared
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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
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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"... I said
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I Am... I Said
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| Neil Diamond |
