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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 (poor boy), I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go 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
It's 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 I don't want to 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?
Thunderbolts and lightning - very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo Figaro magnifico-o-o-o
I'm just a poor boy 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!
No, we will not let you go! Let him go!
No, we will not let you go! Let him go!
No, we will not let you go! Let him go!
Rule Britannia! Britannia rule the waves. Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
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
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see Nothing really matters, nothing matters, to me