I AM     I SAID
 

L. A.’S FINE THE SUN SHINES MOST THE TIME

AND THE FEELING IS LAID BACK

PALM TREES GROW AND RENTS ARE LOW
 
BUT YOU KNOW I KEEP THINKIN’ ABOUT MAKING MY WAY BACK

WELL I’M NEW YORK CITY BORN AND RAISED
 
BUT 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

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**   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
                       
LEAVING ME LONELY STILL
 

DID YOU EVER READ ABOUT A FROG

WHO DREAMED OF BEING 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 GO

AND I’M NOT A MAN WHO LIKES TO SWEAR

BUT I’VE NEVER CARED FOR THE SOUND OF BEING ALONE

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