Letra Bohemian Rhapsody (B-Side) do artista Bruce Dickinson

Letra "Bohemian Rhapsody (B-Side)" do Artista "Bruce Dickinson"

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,
A little high, little low,
Anyway 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, 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
(anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche
Will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very very frightening me
Galileo figaro - magnifico

But 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

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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