[color=333366]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, Beause I’m easy come, easy go, Little high, little low. Anyway the wind blows, Doesn’t really matter to me, To me. . .[/color] |