| Is this the real life?
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| Is this just fantasy?
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| Caught in a landslide
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| No escape from reality
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| Open your eyes
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| Look up to the skies and see
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| I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
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| Because I’m easy come, easy go
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| A little high, little low
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| Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me
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| Mama, just killed a man
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| Put a gun against his head
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| Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
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| Mama, life had just begun
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| But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
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| Mama, ooo
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| Didn’t mean to make you cry
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| If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
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| Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
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| Too late, my time has come
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| Sends shivers down my spine
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| Body’s aching all the time
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| Goodbye everybody — I’ve got to go
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| Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
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| Mama, ooo — (anyway the wind blows)
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| They lie want to die
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| I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
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| Mama, ooo — (anyway the wind blows)
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| They lie want to die
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| I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all! |