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 Im easy come, easy go A little high, little low Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me To me
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now hes dead Mama, life had just begun But now Ive gone and thrown it all away Mama Didnt 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 Bodys aching all the time Goodbye everybody Ive got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama (any way the wind blows) I dont want to die I sometimes wish Id 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 Galileo, galileo Galileo galileo Galileo figaro magnifico But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me Hes 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 Will not let you go let me go No,no,no,no,no,no,no 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 cant do this to me baby Just gotta get out just gotta get right outta here
Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
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