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In a second story window framed in lace There she is again Sitting staring into space Thinking back to better days Darlin’ with the pain Some folks think it’s teardrops Me, I think it’s rain And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? What’s your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass you’re looking through Beneath a neon chandelier He leans on polished oak And orders one more whiskey Lights another smoke He shivers at the memory And trembles as he stirs Some folks think it’s him But me, I think it’s her And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? What’s your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass you’re looking through I turn towards the mirror It’s time to face the facts Looking for the reason You’re not ever coming back And there it is the cold hard truth So plain to see The living proof Where do you stand? What’s your point of view? I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass you’re looking through Oh, I guess it all depends on Which side of the glass You’re looking through Get This Ringtone

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