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Staring out the window,
I cry and wonder how. I stand to look there knowing, as the whiskey is pouring. Chorus Another lonely night is comin', and I just sit there drinkin'. Thinkin' and cryin', while wantin' your lovin' I wait by the phone; he's not comin' to my home. I'm stumblin' down the hall and starin' at the wall. Chorus Another lonely night is comin', and I just sit there drinkin'. Thinkin' and cryin', while wantin' your lovin'. He's with his wife and ruinin' my life. He made me his whore, and I promised him forever more. Chorus Another lonely night is comin', and I just sit there drinkin'. Thinkin' and cryin', while wantin' your lovin'.
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