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
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hanging on her door
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And she'll laugh when she reads
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the part that says I'm leaving
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Cause I've left that girl
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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 prob'ly stop at lounch
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and give me a call
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she'll just hear that phone
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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
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and call my name out low
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And she'll cry just to think
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I'd really leave her
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Though time and time
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I've tried to tell her so
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she just didn't know
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I would really go
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she'll turn softly
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and call my name out low
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And she'll cry just to think
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I'd really leave her
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Though time and time
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I've tried to tell her so
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she just didn't know
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I would really go
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By The Time I Get To Phoenix
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| Vic Damone |
