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By the time I get to Phoenix |
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She'll be rising |
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She'll find the note I left hanging on her door |
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She'll laugh, when she reads the part that says I'm leaving |
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Cause I've left that girl, so many times before |
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By the time I make Albuquerque |
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She'll be working |
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She'll probably stop at lunch, |
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And give me a call |
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But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringing |
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Off the wall, that's all |
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By the time I make Oklahoma |
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She'll be sleeping |
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She'll turn softly and call my name out low |
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And she'll cry, just to think, I'd really leave her |
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Though time and time I've tried to tell her so |
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She just didn't know, |
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I would really go |