| These lyin' lips said, they’d forget
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| Those same lovin' arms that I miss
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| This foolish heart that let me part
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| From those sweet, tender lips, I long to kiss
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| I hear the ticking of the clock, as it begged me then to stop
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| Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
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| And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me, wait
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| While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
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| Turn around
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| In memory, I still can see
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| Two arms, that once held me tight
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| Oh, how I miss a tender kiss
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| From those lovin' lips that I kissed goodbye
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| I hear the ticking of the clock, as it begged me then to stop
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| Each picture on the wall seemed to cry
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| And that old rusty gate, I can hear it beg me, wait
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| While the curtain in the window waves goodbye
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| While the curtain in the window waves goodbye |