33.Bohemian Polka
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
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter 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, ooh, 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, ooh
(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 silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo
Galileo Figaro, Magnifico, hey, hey, hey
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
Bismillah, we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah, we will not let you go, let him go
Will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go, let me go
No, no, 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
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
(Nothing matters, nothing matters, nothing matters)
Anyway the wind
Anyway the wind
Anyway the wind blows, hey
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