| The red sandstone, it fell
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| Right smack on top of Sedona Arabella
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| When John Ford said wont you hop on in
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| To the stage coach baby gonna take you for a spin, oh oh
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| Hey little Hollywood
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| You’re gone but you’re not forgot
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| You got the cash but your credit’s no good
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| You flipped the script and you shot the plot
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| And I remember I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
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| A Saturday night kinda pink
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| The blacklist and its hosts
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| Came down so swift and it drove 'em to the coast
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| We’re goin California but we’re all out of work
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| I guess that’s better than a grave and a hearse
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| Hey little Hollywood
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| You’re gone but you’re not forgot
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| You got the cash but your credit’s no good
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| You flipped the script and you shot the plot
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| And I remember I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink
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| A Saturday night kinda pink
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| The devil’s in a rush
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| And his duct tape makes you hush
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| Hey there Sedona let me cut you a deal
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| I’m a little hung over and I may have to steal your soul, oh oh
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| Hey little Hollywood
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| You’re gone but you’re not forgot
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| You got the cash but your credit’s no good
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| You flipped the script and you shot the plot
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| And I remember I remember when your neon used to burn so bright and pink,
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| so bright and pink
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| A Saturday night kinda pink |