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Bohemian Rhapsody

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Writer(s): Freddie Mercury

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

'cause I'm easy come easy go,

Little high, little low

Any way the wind

Blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama I just killed a 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, ooh didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on

'cos 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 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 lightning very very frightening me

Galileo, galileo galileo, galileo galileo

Figaro magnifico 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

Oh let me go oh oh

No no no no no no no!

Oh 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