| Since I took a left and moved out to the coast
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| From time to time I find myself engrossed
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| With other erstwhile denizens of the apple
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| While we sit around and take L.A. to task
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| There’s a question someone’s bound to ask
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| And with this complex question we must grapple
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| Do you miss New York
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| The anger, the action
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| Does this laid back lifestyle
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| Lack a certain satisfaction
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| Do you ever burn
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| To pack up and return to the thick of it
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| Are you really sick of it
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| As you always say
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| Do you miss the pace
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| The rat race, the racket
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| And if you had to face it now
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| Do you still think you could hack it
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| When you’re back in town
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| For a quick look around, how is it
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| Does it feel like home
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| Or just another nice place to visit
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| And were those halcyon days
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| Just a youthful phase you outgrew
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| Tell me do you miss New York
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| Do you miss New York
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| Do you miss the strain
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| The traffic, the tension
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| Do you view your new terrain
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| With a touch of condescension
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| And on this quiet street
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| Is it really as sweet as it seems out here
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| Do you dream your dreams out here
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| Or it that passe
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| Do you miss the scene
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| The frenzy, the faces
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| Did you trade the whole parade
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| For a pair of parking places
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| And if you had the choice
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| Would you still choose to do it all again
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| Do you find yourself in line
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| To see «Annie Hall» again
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| And do you ever run into that guy
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| Who used to be you
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| Tell me do you miss New York
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| Me too |