Is
this
the
real
life
?
Is
this
just
?
Caught
in
a
landslide
,
no
escape
from
reality
Open
your
eyes
,
look
up
to
the
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
blows
doesn't
really
matter
to
me
,
to
me
Mama
,
just
killed
a
man
Put
a
gun
against
his
head
,
pulled
my
,
now
he's
dead
Mama
,
life
had
just
begun
But
now
I've
gone
and
it
all
away
Mama
,
ooh
,
didn't
mean
to
make
you
cry
If
I'm
not
back
again
this
time
Carry
on
,
carry
on
as
if
nothing
really
matters
Too
late
,
my
time
has
come
Sends
shivers
down
my
,
body's
aching
all
the
time
Goodbye
,
everybody
,
I've
got
to
go
leave
you
all
behind
and
face
the
truth
,
ooh
(
Any
way
the
wind
blows
)
I
don't
wanna
die
I
sometimes
wish
I'd
never
been
at
all
I
see
a
little
silhouetto
of
a
man
Scaramouche
,
,
will
you
do
the
Fandango
?
and
lightning
,
very
,
very
frightening
me
(
Galileo
)
Galileo
,
(
Galileo
)
Galileo
,
Figaro
magnific
o