If you're leaving, close the door.
I'm not expecting people anymore.
Hear me grieving, 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 a 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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