Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from realityOpen 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 meMama, 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, oh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrowCarry 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 goGotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama, oh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at allI see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche 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 monstrosityEasy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him goBismillah! 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 goNever let me go, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for meFor 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
Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
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