| Write my songs, drink Arizona
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| Is all I do to pass the time
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| Pretty girls from Arizona
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| All they do is waste my time
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| Write my songs, drink Arizona
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| Pretty girls sip Arizona
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| And pull pictures, muted colors and some ice cold kids
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| Up on this boulevard
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| Thinking way too hard
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| Bout this money
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| Bout your motives
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| Bout tomorrow
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| Girl, your future
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| Ain’t as real as ours
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| Ain’t as real as ours
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| Write my songs, drink Arizona
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| Is all I do to pass the time
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| Pretty girls from Arizona
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| All they do is waste my time
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| Write my songs, drink Arizona
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| Pretty girls sip Arizona
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| Flames on ya
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| You set this all in motion
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| Set my nights on fire
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| In the middle of red rocks
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| Bright in Sedona
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| Just north of Phoenix
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| But you were the Phoenix
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| Out the ashes
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| Flip the mattress
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| Such a sin it makes attraction with some passion
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| I can’t relate to my friends no more
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| No more than I relate to… You
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| I can’t rely on my friends no more
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| They’ve done too much it’s… True
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| So if I happen to go go like DC
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| I’ll be somewhere by the vortex
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| Havasu Falls for the Spring and maybe
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| If I happen to go go like DC
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| You can find me in Arizona
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| Drinking A-R-I-Z-O-N-A
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| Like it’s pouring out of cactus, nigga
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| Like it’s pouring out of cactus |