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press your hand against the window i’m a widow you’re the last one i will run to call my name out the window i’m a widow you’re the last one i would hide this song from please don’t go much further west than tenth and murray there are things outside our door that make us worry the water gets dark in the fall when you move me and i can hear them asking are they in a hurry if mystery surrounds my death you can be certain i’ll hide this song with my last breath from every person the water gets dark in the fall of a curtain and i can hear them asking for the latest version From Letras Mania