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Von Deiner Mam 04.10.2020 um 21:24 Uhr | melden

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see

Im just a poor boy (Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because Im easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesnt really matter to me
To me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now hes dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh, ooh, ooh
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im 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
Bodys aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, Ive got to go
Gotta leave it all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh, ooh, ooh (Any way the wind blows)
I dont wanna die
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all

Queen