Bohemian Rhapsody

Queen
 

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land-side, no escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy,
I need 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
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun againts 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, ooh 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, ooh (which ever 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 lighting
Very, very frightning me
Gallileo, gallileo, gallileo, gallileo, gallileo
Figaro, magnifico
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
Wiil you let me go, bismillah

** No, we will not let you go
Let him go! bismilah!
We will not let you go
Let him go! bismilah!
We will not let you go, let him go
Will not let you go let me go
Will not let you go, let me go ah…
Oh 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 to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters, any one can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows



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