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
'Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter 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, 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
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
I don't wanna die
I just wanna fly so high
Till I touch the sky
And then maybe I'll make it
Maybe I'll make it out of here
I see a little silhouette, it was a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo
(Galileo) Galileo, Figaro magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy, nobody likes me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Hooray for the boy, hooray for the boy
Who lives for the star-crossed Czar of Egypt
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No
We will not let you go! (Let him go)
Bismillah! (Let him go)
We will not let you go! (Let him go)
Bismillah! (Let him go)
We will not let you go! (Let him go)
We will not let you go! (Let him go)
We will not let you go!
Mama mia, mama mia
Beelzebub's got 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
We gotta get out, we gotta get right outta here
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