Bohemian Rhapsody by QueenMature

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
With 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
Little high, little low

Anywhere 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 had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh-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 it all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I don't wanna 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!
Galleleo, galleleo figaro magnifico! I(oh, oh, oh)

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Sparing his life from his 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) (Never, never, never, never) 
Let me go, oh, oh, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no 
(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama Mia, let me go 
Beelzebub has the 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

Doesn't really matter
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Anywhere the wind blows... 

The End

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