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He suddenly stops and starts tapping his finger agasint the floor to the rythm of the new song. Then all of a sudden he starts singing.
"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."
He stops, contemplating if he should continue the song.