| You don’t need reasons
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| I understand
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| You can’t go dreaming
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| And now I’ll change a few plans
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| You gotta see the next page
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| Before your chance flies away
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| If you get to Arizona, and you’re walking through those lonely canyons
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| And you’re standing in the middle of everything
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| Beauty like you’ve imagined
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| As you go down the list of all the things you thought would make you feel free
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| Call when you get to me
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| You love those warm winds dancing through your hair
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| But take your jacket, nights get cold out there
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| Drink it like wine, baby take your time
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| If you get to California with the sun and the golden sand
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| And you’re standing on the edge of the ocean
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| Wishing someone would hold your hand
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| As you cross off the list of all the things you thought would make you feel free
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| Call when you get to me
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| When you get to where the grass fields are green and the skies are forever blue
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| Listen to your heart, sweet baby
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| You always know the truth
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| If you get to Arizona
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| Call when you get to me
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| If you get to California
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| Call when you get to me
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| If you get to Arizona
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| Call when you get to me
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| If you get to California
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| Call when you get to me |