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Now When I Close My Eyes
He remembers the night like it was yesterday
No, I wasn't there but I heard him say,
That it was real and it was true
Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too
Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Blowing in the kitchen window
New Orleans in the summertime,
Etta James singing on the radio
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Built from memories of long ago
And there when I close my eyes
I remember my mother lying on my bed
Holding me close, she always said
That it was real and it was true
Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too
Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Blowing in the kitchen window
New Orleans in the summertime,
Etta James singing on the radio
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Built from memories of long ago
And there when I close my eyes
And if I'm only dreaming
If he just wants me to leave him
If all of it's real
Well, that won't change how I feel
Cause I know that your trust is a choice
And I know, I know, I can tell from his voice
I can roar, I can fight
Still, I'll always be haunted by
Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Blowing in the kitchen window
New Orleans in the summertime,
Etta James singing on the radio
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Built from memories of long ago
And there when I close my eyes
Someday
When I close my eyes
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When I close my eyes
Someday
And there when I close my eyes
Built from memories of long ago
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Etta James singing on the radio
New Orleans in the summertime,
Blowing in the kitchen window
Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Still, I'll always be haunted by
I can roar, I can fight
And I know, I know, I can tell from his voice
Cause I know that your trust is a choice
Well, that won't change how I feel
If all of it's real
If he just wants me to leave him
And if I'm only dreaming
And there when I close my eyes
Built from memories of long ago
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Etta James singing on the radio
New Orleans in the summertime,
Blowing in the kitchen window
Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too
That it was real and it was true
Holding me close, she always said
I remember my mother lying on my bed
And there when I close my eyes
Built from memories of long ago
Slow dancing on a checkerboard floor
Etta James singing on the radio
New Orleans in the summertime,
Blowing in the kitchen window
Red flowers swaying on the white curtains,
Now when I close my eyes I can be there, too
That it was real and it was true
No, I wasn't there but I heard him say,
He remembers the night like it was yesterday
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