IN THE EYES OF MARIE      BY JOHN FLYNN


OLD WEATHER DENIM AND SUN LEATHERED SKIN
A STUBBORN STREAK DEEP AS THE DEBT THAT I'M IN
A MORE THAN OCCASIONAL FONDNESS FOR GIN
I GUESS THATíS PRETTY MUCH ME

A MIDNIGHT COUGH FROM A TWO PACK A DAY CRUTCH
A STRONG PREDILECTION FOR CARD GAMES AND SUCH
IN THIS WORLD I DONíT SEEM TO ADD UP TO MUCH
EXCEPT IN THE EYES OF MARIE

IN THE EYES OF MARIE
THEREíS NO FINER THAN ME
OH THE LOVE I STILL SEE
IN THE EYES OF MARIE

THEREíVE BEEN SOME PROMISES I DIDNíT KEEP
DAYS WITHOUT KINDNESS AND NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP
BUT THOSE HILLS WERE NEVER TOO LONG OR TOO STEEP
AT LEAST IN THE EYES OF MARIE

IíM NOTHING SPECIAL AND I NEVER WAS
BUT I PRETEND THIS WORLD DONíT HURT LIKE IT DOES
AND WHEN I GET KNOCKED DOWN I STILL GET UP BECAUSE
THEREíS LOVE IN THE EYES OF MARIE

IN THE EYES OF MARIE
THEREíS NO FINER THAN ME
OH THE LOVE I STILL SEE
IN THE EYES OF MARIE

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