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Is this the real life?
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Is this just fantasy?
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Caught in a landslide,
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No escape from reality.
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Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
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I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
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Because I'm easy come, easy go,
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Little high, little low,
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Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter
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to me, to me.
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Mama just killed a man,
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Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger,
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now he's dead.
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Mama, life had just begun,
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But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
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Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,
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If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
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Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
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Too late, my time has come,
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Sends shivers down my spine,
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body's aching all the time.
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Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
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Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
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Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,
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I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
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I see a little silhouetto of a man,
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Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
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Thunderbolt and light'ning, very, very fright'ning me.
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(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
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Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
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He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
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Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
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Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
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Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
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(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
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(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
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(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
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(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.
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Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
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So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
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So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
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Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
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Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
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Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
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Nothing really matters,
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Nothing really matters to me.
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Any way the wind blows.
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Bohemian rhapsody
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| The Bradis |
