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Bohemian Rhapsody

Song composer: Queen

Lyrics author: Queen

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,

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, ev'rybody,

I've got to go,

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh,

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 fright'ning

me.

(Galileo.) Galileo.

(Galileo.) Galileo,

Galileo figaro

Magnifico.

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.) Ah.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(Oh 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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	Kunga
	30.1.2006

Rokk on Freddie Mercury eða hvernig sem það er skrifað ;)

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