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
ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS....
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