| If you’re leaving, close the door
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| I’m not expecting people any more
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| Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor
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| whether I’m drunk or dead
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| I really ain’t too sure
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| I’m a blind man
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| I’m a blind man
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| and my world is pale
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| when a blind man cries
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| Lord you know, there ain’t no sadder tale
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| Had a friend once, in a room
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| Had a good time,
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| but it ended much too soon
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| In a cold month, in that room
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| we found a reason for the things
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| we had to do
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| I’m a blind man
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| I’m a blind man
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| now my room is cold
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| when a blind man cries
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| Lord you know, he feels it from his soul |