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Well, they say that Santa Fe is less than ninety miles away,
And I got time to roll a number and rent a car.
Oh, Albuquerque.
I've been flyin' down the road, and I've been starvin' to be alone,
And independent from the scene that I've known.
Albuquerque.
So I'll stop when I can, find some fried eggs and country ham.
I'll find somewhere where they don't care who I am.
Oh, Albuquerque,
Albuquerque.
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