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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
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 silhouette 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
Anyway the wind blows...