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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.

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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