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 roomWe 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.
"A diferença de sexo no conforto do sofá.", Oh NUNO................mui bien.....eheheheheheheh.... o titaloooo do teu primeiro livro.....depois da-me a comichão que me pertence pela ideia.....;);););)
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