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Caught in a landside, 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 ...
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.
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
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, ...
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, ...
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 A 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 ...
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 ...
