is this the real life,
is this just fantasy,
caught in a lans slide,
it's 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,
little high,
little low.
hit me where the wind blows,
doesn't really matter to me,
to me.
mother just killed a man,
put a gun to his
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