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Blind


EVEN THE BLIND COULD SEE TAHT YOU LIEN TO ME , 
AFTER ALL MY TEARS .ALL MY PLAIN , 

ALL MY SICK DAYS , 

EVEN THE BLIND CAN SEE YOU WASNT GONNA RIDE FOR ME 

YEAH YOU TALK THAT TALK 

BUT BABY YOU DONT WALK THAT TALK 

EVEN THE BLIND CAN SEE 

I WAS NO USED TO YOU 

I DIDNT MATTER 

MY FEELINGS DIDNT MATTER 

EVEN THE BLIND COULD SEE 

YOU BLAME ME , I ALSO BLAME ME 

ITS ALWAYS DARKNESS ITS NEVER KNOW SUNNY DAYS 

I DO MY BEST , BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH 

BUT EVEN THE BLIND CAN SEE 

JUST HOW STRONG IAM 

WHAT YOU THINK OF ME IS NOT WHO IAM 

BUT EVEN THE BLIND CAN SEE I LOST MY WAY 

EVEN THE BLIND COULD SEE 

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