Intro: |------------5--7------------5--7------------| |-------6(8)------------10--12--------12--10-------| |--2^4--------2--4--11----------2--4----------11---| |------------12| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |--2^4--------4----------| |-------2--4------------| |------------| |------------| If you're leaving, close the door. I'm not expecting people anymore. Hear me greaving, 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. |------------| |------------10------------| |---------9(11)-9(11)-9(11)-----9(11)9------9(11)-| |--9--12------------12--------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |--9(11)-9(11)-9(11)-9^11^9------------9---------| |------------12--11--12-----12--11-| |------------| |------------| |------------| |---------10--10/12--10/12--10/12--10/12---| |--9--11------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------10--10/12--10------------| |------10--12------------12--10-----10----| |--11------------11-----11| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |--12--10------------10------------| |----------11--9--11------11--9--9^11------------| |------------12--11--12| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |--9------------9(11)-9(11)-9(11)-9(11)----| |-----9--7--9--9--12------------| |------------| |------------| |------------10------10| |------------12------12----| |---------9(11)-9(11)-9(11)-9(11)------------| |--9--12------------| |------------| |------------| |------------12--10--12--10--12--10--12--10---| |--10(12)-10(12)------------12| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |------------| |--10------------10------------| |------9(11)--9(11)------9(11)-----9(11)9--9(11)9-| |------------12------------| |------------| |------------| |------------12(13)-12(13)-10----| |------------10(12)------------12| |--11--9------------| |---------12--9--12------------| |------------| |------------| Had a friend once, in a room. Had a good time, but it ended much to soon. In a cold month, in that room. Found a reason for the things we had to do. I'm a blind, I'm a blind man. Now my world is cold. When a blind man cries, Lord you know he feels it from his soul _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Eduardo Luiz Messias([email protected])