LA's fine, the sun shines most 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...
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I am ... I said
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| Neil Diamond |
