| 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 |
| Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me |
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| 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 |
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| 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 wanna die |
| I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all |
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| I see a little silhouetto of a man |
| Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? |
| Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me |
| (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico |
| But 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 |
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| Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? |
| بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ |
| No, we will not let you go (let him go) |
| بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ |
| We will not let you go (let him go) |
| بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ |
| We will not let you go (let me go) |
| Will not let you go (let me go) |
| Will not let you go (never, never, never, never let me go) |
| No, no, no, no, no, no, no |
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| Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia |
| Mamma 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 |
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| Ooh |
| Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah |
| Nothing really matters, anyone can see |
| Nothing really matters |
| Nothing really matters to me |
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| (Any way the wind blows) |