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Ray Price Miscellaneous Curtain In The Window (1958) These lying lips, said they'd forget Those same loving arms that I miss This foolish heart, that let me part From those sweet tender lips I long to kiss I hear the ticking of the clock as it begged me then to stop Each picture on the wall seemed to cry And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me wait While the curtain in the window waves goodbye In memory, I still can see Two arms that once held me tight Oh how I miss a tender kiss Fro...

I see my reflection in the window It looks different, so different than what you see Projecting judgment on the world This house is clean, baby This house is clean Am I who I think I am? Am I who I think I am? Am I who I think I am? Look out my wind...