Queen:Bohemian Rhapsody

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“Bohemian Rhapsody”
Artist: Queen
Albums: A Night at the Opera (1975)
Live Killers (1979)
Greatest Hits (1981)
Live Magic (1986)
Live at Wembley '86 (1992)

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
A 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 ooh
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 ooh
(Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch Scaramouch 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
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 (never)
Never let you go
Let me go
Never let me go-o-o-o-o
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

Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows