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Why feel sorry for the blind man?
His soul is a bird on a wing
Why you might have eyes like an eagle
And never see one blessed thing
Why feel sorry for the lame man
And fret that he may fall down?
Why you might have legs like a race horse
And never get feet on the ground
He's alright
Makin do
Doing fine
How 'bout you?
Save all your tears for someone
Who's lost but he won't call out
Why he might have a voice like an angel
And nothing to sing about
He's alright
Makin do
Doing fine
How 'bout you?
He's alright
Makin do
Doing fine
How 'bout you? |
