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• Artiste: Paul Gross
• Titre: Blind Man
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Gray socks and black shoes, black hair and eyes so true a smile like a cool wind blowing through lips that kiss like a fool these are the memories I have of you, no, these are the gifts I took from you Your skin is so close to mine that it seems to know my name and your laugh -- well, let's just say Some wicked this way came And in this old hotel my heart pounds like a drum It beats with the rhythm of missing you This is the rhythm of missing you Take a look at the blind man, the fool ain't got no cane the blind man he's dancing in the crying rain Well, I am that blind man and I can finally see What I've always known: you belong to me Ain't nothing wrong with this hotel that a big bomb couldn't fix doorman he's a reprobate and the maid she's turning tricks and in my broken sleep I wake up from some pain my heart drifts through the window and sails into the rain Oh Lord, I miss you, I miss you here in the dark This comes from Nashville, baby it's a call from a wounded heart and if I want this heart of mine to ever mend I'm gonna have to find you again I'm gonna have to find you again Take a look at the blind man, the fool ain't got no cane the blind man he's dancing in the cryinig rain Well, I am that blind man and I can finally see What I've always known: you belong to me I can finally see what I've always know: you belong to me