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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 room is cold.
When a blind man cries, lord, you know he feels it from his soul.
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