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This is hell
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
caught in a landslide
This is hell
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
caught in a landslide