(Mercury, Mike Moran and Tim Rice)
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The boy had a way with words, he sang, he moved with grace
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He entertained so naturally, no gesture out of place
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His road in life was clearly drawn, he didn't hesitate
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He played, they saw, he conquered as the master of, as the master of his
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fate
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The girl had an iron soul no-one could recognise
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Material ambition that her gentleness disguised
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She gave herself to him certain of his fame
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Wanted him for luxury, for limelight and his name
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And then he sang to her
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I love you for your silence, I love you for your peace
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The still and calm releases that sweep into my soul
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That slowly take control
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I love you for your passion, I love you for your fire
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The violent desire that burns me in its flame
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A love I dare not name
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His rise was irresistible (yeah) - he grew into the part
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His explanation simply that he suffered for his art
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No base considerations of some glittering reward
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The prize was knowing that his work was noticed and adored
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I love you (yes I love you) for your silence, I love you for your peace
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The still and calm releases that sweep into my soul
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That slowly slowly take control
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Yes he told the truth (he told the truth), yes he told the truth
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Accepting every honour with a masterly display
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Of well rehearsed reluctance to be singled out this way
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He started to believe that he was all they said and more (and more)
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While she forgot, she forgot the reasons (reasons)
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She had wanted him before
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(I love you) I love you for your passion (for your passion)
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I love you for your fire
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The violent desire that burns me in its flame (burns me in its flame)
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A love I dare not name
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The still and calm releases (releases)
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That sweep into my soul (sweep into my soul)
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That slowly (slowly) slowly (slowly)
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Slowly (slowly) slowly (slowly) take control
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And when at last they fell apart, she wished that she could be
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The hardened heart of yesterday, as cynical as he
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By changing for the better, she had changed things for the worse
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The words that made them happy once now echoed - echoed as a curse
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The Golden Boy
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Freddie Mercury |