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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 Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, ...
8 de sept. de 2023 · 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 Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life ...
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 ... I actually have the lyrics 'Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see' tattooed on me in memory of my brother who died and who actually jumped start my love of this song and my love of Queen.
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 Anyway the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me To me. Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, ...
4 de ene. de 2007 · "Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality" Again, he feels overwhelmed, but he can't really deny that he's about to be killed. "Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see," Looking up to heaven, wondering about life etc. "I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low"
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 Anyway the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me To me. Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, ...
5 de abr. de 2017 · 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 Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun
