| 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 She just didn’t know,
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| I would really go |