When a Blind Man Cries
Stuart Smith
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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
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No sadder tale
Had me a friend once, in a room
I had a good time
But it ended much too soon
In a cold month in that room
I 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
Lord you know
He feels it from his soul
I'm a blind man, I'm a blind man
Now my world is cold, so cold
Lord you know
He feels it
He feels it from his soul