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The red sandstone it fell
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Right smack on top, of Sedona Grabell
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John Ford said won't you hop on in
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In a stagecoach baby, gonna take you for a spin, oh oh, woah, woah

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Hey, little Hollywood, you're
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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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I remember, I remember when your neon used to
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Burn so bright and pink
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 A Saturday night kind of pink

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The black list and its hosts
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Came down so swift, it drove them to the coast
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We're going to California, but were all out of work
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I guess that's better than a grave and a hearse, oh oh, woah, woah

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Hey, little Hollywood, you're
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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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I remember, I remember when your neon used to
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Burn so bright and pink-
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 A Saturday night kind of pink
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There'll be devils in their rush
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The duct tape makes you hush
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Hey there Sedona, let me cut you a deal 

I'm a little hung-over and
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I may have to steal your soul, woah, woah

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Hey, little Hollywood, you're
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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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I remember, I remember when your neon used to
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Burn so bright and pink, so bright and pink!
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 A Saturday night kind of pink