текст 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, Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me. Array слова
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- Название: 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, Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me.
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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, Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me. - Array
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Текст песни Array - 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, Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me.
