4 мин за четене
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.
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
To me.
Mama, just killed a man. ...
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