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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, I need no sympathy Because I'm "easy come, easy go"
Little high, little low Any way 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 - (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouette-o of a man Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the
Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning -- very, very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Figaro -- magnificooooooo!
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!
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 stop 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...