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BbLA's fine, the sun shines most the time
EbAnd the feeling is "lay back."
FPalm trees grow and rents are low
But you know, I keep thinkin' about
BbMaking my way back.
BbWell I'm New York City born and raised
But nowadays I'm lost between Ebtwo shores.
FLA's fine but it ain't home.
New York's home but it ain't mine no Bbmore
Bb"I am," I said to no onEbe there,
And no one heard at all,
Not even the Bbchair.F
Bb"I am," I cried; "I am,"Eb said I,
And I am lost and I can't even say Bbwhy?F
Leaving me lonely Bbstill.
BbDid you ever read about a frog who dreamed of being a king
EbAnd then became one?
FWell, except for the names and a few other changes,
If you talk about me
BbThe story's the same one.
BbBut I've got an emptiness deep inside.
I tried, but it won't let me Ebgo.
FAnd I'm not a man who likes to swear,
but I never cared for the sound of being Bbalone.
BbOh no oh no (fade)
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