(Burt Bacharach / Hal David)
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Dearest, darlin'
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I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore
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For something happened to me
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As I was driving home
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And I'm not the same anymore
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Oh, only one day away from your arms
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I saw the welcoming light
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And stopped to rest for the night
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And that is when I saw him
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As I pulled in outside of a small hotel
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He was there
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And so I walked up to him
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Asked where I could get something to eat
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And he showed me where
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Oh, only one day away from your arms
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He took me to the cafe
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And he asked me if I would stay
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I said "Okay"
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Oh, 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 he held me tight
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And then he kissed me, caressed me
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Told me he would die before he would let me out of his arms
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Oh, I was only twenty-four hours from Tulsa
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Oh, only one day away from your arms
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I hate to do this to you
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But I've found somebody new
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What can I do?
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And I could never, never, never go home again
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Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa
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| Dusty Springfield |
