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If you are leaving close the door
I am not expecting people anymore
Hear my grieving, I am lying on the floor
Wheather I am drunk or dead I really ain't to sure
R.:I am blind man, I am 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 to soon
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.
R.:I am blind man, I am blin man, now my room is cold
When a blind man cries, lord you know he feels it from his soul.
I am not expecting people anymore
Hear my grieving, I am lying on the floor
Wheather I am drunk or dead I really ain't to sure
R.:I am blind man, I am 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 to soon
In a cold month in that room
we found a reason for the things we had to do.
R.:I am blind man, I am blin man, now my room is cold
When a blind man cries, lord you know he feels it from his soul.