In a second story window
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Framed in lace
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There she is again
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Sittin' staring into space
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Thinkin' back to better days
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Dealin' with the pain
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Some folks think it's teardrops
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Me, I think it's rain
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[Chorus:]
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And there it is
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The cold hard truth
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So plain to see
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The living proof
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Where do you stand?
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What's your point of view?
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I guess it all depends on
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Which side of the glass
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You're lookin' through
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Beneath a neon chandelier
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He leans on polished oak
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And orders one more whiskey
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Lights another smoke
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He shivers at the memory
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And trembles as he stirs
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Some folks think it's him
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But me, I think it's her
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[Chorus]
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I turn towards the mirror
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It's time to face the facts
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Lookin' for the reason
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You're not ever comin' back
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[Chorus]
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Oh, I guess it all depends on
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Which side of the glass
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You're looking through
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Which Side Of The Glass
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George Strait |