bohemian rhapsody b sensual no end bootleg

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
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, oh
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, oh, 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, Galileo

Galileo, Galileo
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

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, never
Never let you go, let me go

Never let me go, oh
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 out here

Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah

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

Anyway the wind blows