| I can see the painting on the wall,
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| Mixtures of different colors.
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| And I go walking in the Arizona sun,
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| Slow walking peace of mind.
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| The cactus blooms, the sand dunes,
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| No city lights, I can see for miles,
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| And my mind goes on forever.
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| The sun goes to bed,
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| Leaving sky of firey red.
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| Each step takes me closer to heaven.
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| All is full, all is nice, and all is well,
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| But when I turn I can see my fellow man,
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| Fighting in the city streets,
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| And dieing where they dwell.
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| Each step takes them closer to heaven.
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| I can see the painting on the wall,
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| Mixtures of different colors.
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| And I go walking in the Arizona sun,
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| Each step takes me closer to heaven.
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| I go walking in the Arizona sun,
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| I go walking in the Arizona sun,
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| I go walking in the Arizona sun. |