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| 15 May 2017 11:48 PM
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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
it's easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Every night in my dreams in my imagination
I have sweet dreams, and hope that dreams come true
Send shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.
Goodbye everybody, i've got to go, gotta leave you all behind, and face the truth
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, too late, too late, too late...
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