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[one_song]

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.