Dearest darling
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I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore
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'Cause something happened to me
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While I was driving home and I'm not the same anymore
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Ah, only one day away from your arms
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I saw a welcoming light
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And stopped to rest for the night
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And that is when I saw her
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As I pulled in outside of the small hotel she was there
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And so I walked up to her
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Asked where I could get something to eat and she showed me where
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Ah, only one day away from your arms
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She took me to the cafe
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I asked her if she would stay
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She said "O. K."
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Ah, only one day away from your arms
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The jukebox started to play
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And nighttime turned into day
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As we were dancing closely
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All of a sudden I lost control as I held her charms
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And I caressed her kissed her
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Told her I'd die before I would let her out of my arms
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Ah, only one day away from your arms
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I hate to do this to you
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But I love somebody new
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What can I do?
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And I can never, never, never
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Go home again
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Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa
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| Burt Bacharach |
