| | 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 ain't 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 ain't 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 world is cold.
When a blind man cries,
Lord, you know, he feels it from his soul.
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