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Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics - Singles - G4

Written by Freddie Mercury 

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, ooo 

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, ooo - (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 

Gallileo, Gallileo, 

Gallileo, Gallileo, 

Gallileo Figaro - magnifico 

But 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 - ooo 

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... 

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