| You went East to New York, and I stayed in L.A.
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| You wanted a brownstone and I wanted my own way
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| You were drawn by the neon, when I wanted to play
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| Just wanted to play
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| I guess I’m California, and you’re just Broadway
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| I tuned out on romance, pushed it to one side
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| I don’t believe in happiness when love is genocide
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| And love, the barren desert, we’ve all come to thirst
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| Loyalty’s a mirage, caring just a curse
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| Storms keep blowing through the bones of another man
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| And the sands of time keep slipping through
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| Hearthless empty hands
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| And they say get out, get out of the house
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| I say I take it as it comes along
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| Get a slice of life on the streets tonight
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| I’ll just fit in where I feel I belong
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| I can feel like a martyr, you feel like a stone
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| You danced with an actor, me I danced all alone
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| Hearts are captured easy and you had mine so long, so long
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| I guess you’re Louis Vouitton, and I’m just Tuscon
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| I can’t change my habits, I guess that’s what counts
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| But he who rides the tiger, never dismounts |