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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 |