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MIDNIGHT IN A HANDBAG (Ingrid Kerr~Leesville, LA)

I see you in the mirror and I like what I see
Your beautiful eyes, they tear into me
No reason to doubt, but believing your eyes
made me blind to your corroded disguise

And I don't know why
but memories, memories of your eyes.
No, I don't know why
but memories, memories.... memories, memories....

I lie awake next to you listenin' to that tainted rain
and I build the wall higher that keeps me in pain
In an insane haze of diluted dreams
even a bright burnin' candle is not what it seems

It may be safety, but to me it's hell's fire
teasin' me with all the things that I desire
But I can't have them because I deny
myself the right to ask the question 'why'

I carry my little piece of midnight, in a little white handbag
Sometimes it gets so heavy, it makes my shoulders sag
Your sunrise comes to me in forgotten ways
But that little piece of midnight always stays

Lookin' at you in a neurotic sunset
I'm driftin' through memories to when we first met
Wishin' my midnight would turn to blue sky
so I could put my arms around you and dare to hope to dream to fly!

And I don't know why
but memories, memories of your eyes.
No, I don't know why
but memories, memories... memories, memories....

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