If you're leaving close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me grieving, I'm lying on the floor. Whether I'm drunk or dead I really aint too sure. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man and my world is pale. When a blind man cries, lord, you know there aint no sadder tale. Had a friend once in a room, Had a good time but it ended much too soon. In a cold month in that room We found a reason for the things we had to do. I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man, now my room is cold. When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.
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