| Blind baby — ya was born, could not see
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| Blind baby — so much better off than me
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| Your father was down-hearted
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| When the doctor broke the news
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| He couldn’t understand how his life was so abused
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| And you cannot feel your mama
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| Though you suckle of her breast
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| Doncha know she’s bound to leave you
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| Just like all the rest
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| Blind baby — ya was born, could not see
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| Blind baby — so much better off than me
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| Ya cannot read the paper-ya cannot watch TV
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| Ya cannot see the hopelessness in someone’s eyes like me
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| Ya can’t be able to tell who it was
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| Who spat into your face
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| But it don’t take sight to know what it’s like
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| To always be last place
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| Blind baby — ya was born, could not see
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| Blind baby — so much better off than me
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| I know your life is darkness but you smile instead of cry
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| But there must be truth in darkness
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| Cause the light just hurts my eyes
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| Blind baby — ya was born, could not see
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| Blind baby — so much better off than me
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| So much better off
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| Better off than me |