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
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
POW!
Mama, life had just begun
And now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Ma-ma-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
Scaramouch, scaramouch
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightfoot
Very, very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Gallileo
Gallileo Gallileo
“I’m sorry, what’s the next line?”
“Gallileo ”
“Oh
Gallileo, Figaro
Magnifico
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
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
To moi!
Anyway the wind blows
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