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,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows
doesn't really matter to me, to me. †
martes, 15 de diciembre de 2009
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