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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