Rockapella - Bohemian Rhapsody
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Is this the real life - Is this just fantasy
Caught it 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 hight, little low
Anyway the wind blows,
doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed man,
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger now he's dead
Mama, life has 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 (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born it all
I see a little silhoueto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo figaro, Magnífico
But I've just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstronsity
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 HIM 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
Beelzebud has a devil put inside 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.
Anyway the wind blows...
