| Is this the real life?
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| Is this just fantasy?
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| Caught in a landslide
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| No escape from reality
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| Open your eyes
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| Look up to the skies and see
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| I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
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| Because I’m easy come, easy go
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| A little high, little low
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| Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me
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| Mama, just killed a man
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| Put a gun against his head
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| Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
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| Mama, life had just begun
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| But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
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| Mama, ooo
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| Didn’t mean to make you cry
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| If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
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| Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
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| Too late, my time has come
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| Sends shivers down my spine
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| Body’s aching all the time
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| Goodbye everybody — I’ve got to go
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| Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
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| Mama, ooo — (anyway the wind blows)
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| I don’t want to die
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| I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
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| I see a little silhouetto of a man
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| Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
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| Thunderbolt and lightning — very very frightening me
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| Gallileo, Gallileo
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| Gallileo, Gallileo
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| Gallileo Figaro — magnifico
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| But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
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| He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
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| Spare him his life from this monstrosity
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| Easy come easy go — will you let me go
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| Bismillah! |
| No — we will not let you go — let him go
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| Bismillah! |
| We will not let you go — let him go
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| Bismillah! |
| We will not let you go — let me go
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| Will not let you go — let me go (never)
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| Never let you go — let me go
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| Never let me go — ooo
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no —
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| Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
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| Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
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| For me
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| For me
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| So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
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| So you think you can love me and leave me to die
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| Oh baby — can’t do this to me baby
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| Just gotta get out — just gotta get right outta here
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| Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
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| Nothing really matters
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| Anyone can see
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| Nothing really matters — nothing really matters to me
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| Anyway the wind blows… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bohemian Rhapsody, artist - Russell Watson. Album song The Voice of Russell Watson - 20 Years, in the genre Современная классика