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-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me...
bohemian rhapsody, queen.
... perhaps not quite the 'boy' part, but the yearning in the lyrics i sympathize with.
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