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
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, oooooooooo
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, ooooooooooh (Any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna 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 (oh, oh, oh, oh!)
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 me go
Will not let you go - let me go - (Never, never, never, never, never let me go!)
Will not let you go - let me go, oh, oh, oh, oh -
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 out of here
Ooo, ooo yeah
Ooo yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...
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