Deep Purple - When a blind man cries

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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.

Inne utwory

  • Smoke on the water
  • Dealer
  • Ted the mechanic
  • High ball shooter
  • Help
  • Chasing shadows
  • Seventh heaven
  • Say you love me
  • A touch away
  • Hush
  • Into the fire
  • Anya
  • Call of the wild
  • Jack Ruby
  • Losowe utwory

    High ball shooter

    Well I’m a rock and roll preacher
    Not a sunday school teacher
    You ain’t no shady lady
    But I love the way you strut your stuff
    You’re a snow queen looking mean
    Tryin’ to make it on the scene
    I guess you love it
    ’cause I always see you hanging’...

    Hidden track

    So you ve got balls now
    Murray on the run
    Down on Newberry Street
    Seventeen seconds of fun
    Apes are overrated blocky
    A kinky batch of pudding, yay
    Garbage dump, pumpkin rot
    And candy apple gray
    Werewolf in the flowerbed
    Perfect day for lucky guy
    This song was never meant...

    Celebrate

    Birds end their song,
    Only you compare,
    Only you know where they re gone.
    Clutch the final straw,
    Break it in your hand,
    No one understands it s yours.

    Now don t let go, never let go again,
    Now cause if you must go, won t you go down...

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    Neon shines through smokey eyes tonight
    It s 2am and I m drunk again; It s heavy on my mind
    I could never love someone so much as I love you
    Where you end where I begin
    Is like a river running through
    Take my...

    Little dolls

    Wrythying and screaming the pain just won t go away
    He ll show you no mercy
    Your image in his hands it s useless to try
    Escaping his curses

    The pins and needles pick the skin of little dolls

    Tortured and flaming you give birth to hell
    Living...