Standard (EADGBE)

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L.A. is fine, sunshine most of the time

And the feeling is laid back

Palm trees grow and the rents are low

 But you know I keep thinking about

Making my way back

Well, I'm New York City born and raised

 But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores

L.A. is 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 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 me go

And I'm not a man who likes to swear

But I've never cared for the sound of being 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

 I am, I said I am, I cried

 I . . . .