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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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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, ooh, |
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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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Sent 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, ooh (anyway the wind blows), |
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I don't wanna 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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Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? |
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Thunderbolt and lightning, |
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Very, very frightening me. |
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(Galileo) Galileo. |
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(Galileo) Galileo, |
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Galileo Figaro |
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Magnifico. |
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I'm just a poor boy, 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!) |
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Never, never let you go |
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Never let me go, oh. |
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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, for me, 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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(Oh, yeah, oh yeah) |
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Nothing really matters, |
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Anyone can see, |
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Nothing really matters, |
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Nothing really matters to me. |
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Anyway the wind blows. |