QUEEN
| BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY Words and music by Freddie Mercury Is this time real life.. Is this 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, a little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matters 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 oooo, Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if really nothing matters. Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine, Body's aching all the time, Good by 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 silhoutte of a man Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango thunderbolt and lighting -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 his 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 - Will not let 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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