Essay About Evrybody And Poor Boy

The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life
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, Little high, little
Any way the wind blows doesnt really matter to me, to
Mama I just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now hes
Mama, life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, Didnt mean to make you cry,
If Im not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, bodys aching all the time
Goodbye, evrybody, Ive got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
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Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico Im just