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
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
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
i don't wanna die
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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
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
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bismillah
we will not let you go
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bismillah
we will not let you go
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will not let you go
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never let me go
no no no no no no no
oh mamma mia mamma mia
mamma 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
anyway the wind blows
