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Freddie Mercury: Bohemian Rhapsody. EMI, Elektra, Parlophone, Hollywood, 1975.

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, 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, o ...

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

Sending 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, oo-o-o--oo - (anyway 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)

Gallileo, (Gallileo),

Gallileo, (Gallileo),

Gallileo Figaro - (magnifico-o-o-o-o)

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

Will not let you go - let me go-o-o-o-o

No, 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

I just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh...

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters - nothing really matters...