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, a 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 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-
too late,my time has come, sends shivers down my spine- body´s aching all the time, bye everybody-i´ve got to go- gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- mama ooo- (any way 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, 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 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-let me go will not let you go-let me go will not let you go let me go no,no,no,no,no,no,no- 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 outta here-
nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
any way the wind blows....
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