Bohemian rhapsody

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Bohemian rhapsody
By: Queen

Is this 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
Easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me

Mama just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled the trigger, now he's dead
Mama life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooooh 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
Sent shivers down my spine, body's achin' all the time
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooooh I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scarmouch Scarmouch will you do the fandango?
Thunder bolts and lightening very very frightening me
Galileo galileo galileo galileo figaro Mangnifico oh oh oh

I'm just a poor boy 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 oh oh oh oh oh
No no no no no no no oh mamamia mamamia mamamia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows

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