Jun 29, 2007 03:14
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.
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Put a gun against his head, pulled a trigger now he's dead
How's your weekend?
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about writing lyrics or saying them out of context
to see if people could still recognize them
kind of like dialing phone number by pattern/habit
rather than actually knowing the numbers
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....then 'THAT' bit.
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