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Is this the real life |
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Is this just fantasy |
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Caught in a landslide |
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No escape from reality |
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Open your eyes |
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Look up to the skies and see |
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I'm just a poor boy,I need no sympathy |
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Because I'm easy come, easy go, |
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A little high, little low, |
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Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, |
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To me |
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Mama, just killed a man, |
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Put a gun against his head, |
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Pulled my trigger, now he's dead, |
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Mama, life had just begun, |
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But now I've gone and thrown it all away |
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Mama oooh, |
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Didn't mean to make you cry |
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If I'm not back again this time tomorrow |
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Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters |
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Too late, my time has come, |
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Sends shivers down my spine |
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Body's aching all the time, |
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Goodbye everybody, I've got to go |
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Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth |
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Mama oooh (any way the wind blows) |
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I don't want to die, |
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I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all |
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I see a little silhouetto of a man, |
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Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango |
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Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me |
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Galileo,Galileo, |
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Galileo Galileo |
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Galileo figaro, Magnifico |
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But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me |
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He's just a poor boy from a poor family |
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Spare him his life from this monstrosity |
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Easy come easy go, will you let me go |
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Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go |
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Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go |
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Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go |
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Will not let you go, let me go |
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Will not let you go let me go |
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no |
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Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go |
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Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me |
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So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye |
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So you think you can love me and leave me to die |
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Oh baby, can't do this to me baby |
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Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here |
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Nothing really matters, |
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Anyone can see, |
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Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me, |
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Any way the wind blows.... |