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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 Im easy come, easy go, a little high, little low. Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.

Mama, just killed a man: put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now hes dead! Mama, life had just begun but now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama ooo, didn't mean to make you cry if Im not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come. Sends 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, ooh, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.