L.A.'s fine the sun shines most the time,
and the feelin' is lay back,
Palm trees grow, and rents are low,
but you know I keep thinkin''bout,
makin' my way back,
Well, I'm New York City born and raised,
nowadays I'm lost between two shores.
L.A.'s fine but it ain't home,
New York's home but it ain't mine no more.
"I am," I said, to no one there,
and no one heard at all not even the chair,
"I am," I cried, "I am," said I,
and I am lost and I can't even say why,
Leavin' me lonely still.
Did you ever read about a frog,
who dreamed of bein' a king, and then became one?,
Well, except for the names and a few other changes if you talk about me,
the story's the same one,
But I got an emptiness deep inside and I've tried,
but it won't let me go.
And I'm not a man who likes to swear,
but I've never cared for the sound of bein' alone,
"I am," I said, to no one there,
and no one heard at all not even the chair,
"I am," I cried, "I am," said I,
and I am lost and I can't even say why,
Leavin' me lonely still.
L.A.'s fine the sun shines most the time, oh no;
Did you ever read about a frog who dreamed of bein' a king, oh no;
Oh no no no, no no;.
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