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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 Any way 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, ooh, 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, ooh (any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all I see a little silhouetto 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, 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? No, we will not let you go (let him go) We will not let you go (let him go) We will not let you go (let me go) Will not let you go (let me go) Never, never, never, never let me go No, no, no, no, no, no, no Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia Mamma 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 Ooh Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me
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all
nothing
matters
can
life
from
see
boy
come
little
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time
gotta
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we
mamma
mia
for
is
in
any
way
wind
blows
man
put
his
now
he
but
ve
if
carry
on
has
leave
die
scaramouche
do
very
oh
so
think
baby
get
yeah
real
fantasy
caught
landslide
escape
reality
open
your
eyes
look
up
skies
need
sympathy
because
high
low
doesn
matter
killed
gun
against
head
pulled
trigger
dead
had
begun
gone
thrown
it
away
didn
mean
make
cry
back
again
tomorrow
as
too
late
sends
shivers
down
spine
body
aching
goodbye
everybody
got
behind
face
truth
don
wanna
sometimes
wish
d
been
born
at
silhouetto
of
fandango
thunderbolt
lightning
frightening
figaro
magnifico
nobody
loves
family
spare
monstrosity
beelzebub
devil
aside
stone
spit
eye
love
out
right
outta
here
anyone