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Bohemian Rapsody
Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?Caught in a landslide, no escape from realityOpen your eyes, look up to the skies and seeI'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathyBecause I'm easy come, easy goA little high, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to meMama, just killed a man, put a gun against his headPulled my trigger, now he's dead, mamaLife had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all awayMama, ooohDidn't mean to make you cryIf I'm not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has comeSends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the timeGoodbye everybody, I've got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama oooh, I don't want to dieI sometimes wish I'd never been born at allI see a little silhouette of a manScaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the fandango?Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening meGallileo, gallileo, gallileo, gallileoGallileo figaro, magnificoBut I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves meHe's just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstrosityEasy come easy go, will you let me goBismillah no, we will not let you go - Let him goBismillah, we will not let you go - Let him goBismillah, we will not let you go - Let me goWill not let you go - Let me go - NeverNever let you go - Let me go, never let me go, ooohNo, no, no, no, no, no, noOh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me goBeelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meSo you think you can stone me and spit in my eyeSo you think you can love me and leave me to dieOh baby, can't do this to me babyJust gotta get out, just gotta get right outta hereOoh yeah, ooh yeah, nothing really matters, anyone can seeNothing really matters, nothing really matters to meAnyway the wind blows.
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Roger Taylor
Bohemian Rapsody
Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?Caught in a landslide, no escape from realityOpen your eyes, look up to the skies and seeI'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathyBecause I'm easy come, easy goA little high, little lowAnyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to meMama, just killed a man, put a gun against his headPulled my trigger, now he's dead, mamaLife had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all awayMama, ooohDidn't mean to make you cryIf I'm not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters Too late, my time has comeSends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the timeGoodbye everybody, I've got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama oooh, I don't want to dieI sometimes wish I'd never been born at allI see a little silhouette of a manScaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the fandango?Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening meGallileo, gallileo, gallileo, gallileoGallileo figaro, magnificoBut I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves meHe's just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstrosityEasy come easy go, will you let me goBismillah no, we will not let you go - Let him goBismillah, we will not let you go - Let him goBismillah, we will not let you go - Let me goWill not let you go - Let me go - NeverNever let you go - Let me go, never let me go, ooohNo, no, no, no, no, no, noOh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me goBeelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meSo you think you can stone me and spit in my eyeSo you think you can love me and leave me to dieOh baby, can't do this to me babyJust gotta get out, just gotta get right outta hereOoh yeah, ooh yeah, nothing really matters, anyone can seeNothing really matters, nothing really matters to meAnyway the wind blows.
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