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would be a sight for sore eyes to the blind it would be awfully majestic the most beautiful thing that they ever had seen it would cause such surprise making all their minds positively electric and then how could anyone tell them that some things are not what they seem? i hear a sly voice telling them "it's been a good year for the roses already so these days I keep it steady on the regular already" i listen in disbelief thinking this must be a dream oh life could be a dream if I forget to set the alarm and sleep on through the end Don’t remind me lucidly I gasp as The Red Sandstone falls right smack on top of Sedona Arabelle John Ford told her after "won't you hop on in?" and the Stagecoach baby it took her for a spin oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention if it's not nuclear war it's gonna be a divine intervention well hey Little Hollywood you're gone but you're not forgot you got the cash but your credit's no good you flipped the script you shot the plot and I remember i remember when the neon used to burn so bright and pink a misty night kind of pink and if you’re searching the mist for a point well you’ve probably missed it there was never anything there in the first place
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
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would be a sight for sore eyes to the blind it would be awfully majestic the most beautiful thing that they ever had seen it would cause such surprise making all their minds positively electric and then how could anyone tell them that some things are not what they seem? i hear a sly voice telling them "it's been a good year for the roses already so these days I keep it steady on the regular already" i listen in disbelief thinking this must be a dream oh life could be a dream if I forget to set the alarm and sleep on through the end Don’t remind me lucidly I gasp as The Red Sandstone falls right smack on top of Sedona Arabelle John Ford told her after "won't you hop on in?" and the Stagecoach baby it took her for a spin oh the road to Hell is paved with cruel intention if it's not nuclear war it's gonna be a divine intervention well hey Little Hollywood you're gone but you're not forgot you got the cash but your credit's no good you flipped the script you shot the plot and I remember i remember when the neon used to burn so bright and pink a misty night kind of pink and if you’re searching the mist for a point well you’ve probably missed it there was never anything there in the first place
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Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
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