| You’re the one thing that I’m leaving
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| That will come to my mind dreaming
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| All along the highways speeding
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| And up in the air as I far as I fly
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| You’re the first thing I’ll be thinking
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| When I’m taking off and landing
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| In the cities that I’m playing
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| To the people I won’t ever know
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| This is the last time out for me
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| I don’t want to find out we
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| Drifted apart or lost our way
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| I’ll be home by Saturday
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| Last night in New York City
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| I met a girl almost as pretty
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| And if I had one more whiskey
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| Everything would have all just slipped away
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| This is the last time out for me
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| I don’t want to wait and see
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| If while away you’ve been untrue
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| Have you found somebody new
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| And if I’m wrong then don’t you stray
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| I’ll be home by Saturday
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| You’re the one thing that I’m leaving
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| That will come to my mind dreaming
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| All along the highways speeding
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| And up in the air as I far as I fly |