Bohemian Rhapsody

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
Any way 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, 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
Sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows



Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Mercury
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