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Bohemian Rhapsody

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 golittle high, little lowAnyway 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............