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                                                    Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me,
- to me -,
Mama, just killed a
                                            Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me,
- to me -,
Mama, just killed a
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                                                Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landslide -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see -
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me,
- to me -,
Mama, just killed a
 
                 
                             
         
     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                    