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by Freddie Mercury
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,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn't really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just
killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now he's dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I've
gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry-
If I'm 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-
Body's aching
all the time,
Goodbye everybody-I've got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way
the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of
a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the Fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,Galileo,
Galileo
Galileo
Galileo figaro-Magnifico-
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He's just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare
him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! No-,we will not let you go-let
him go-
Bismillah! We will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you
go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub
has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can
love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-Can't do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing
really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....
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