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ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST I'm just a poor boy, I need no

UVWXYZ sympathy
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
UVWXYZ
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST reall y matter to me, to me
UVWXYZ
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST Mama, just killed a man
UVWXYZ Put a gun against his head
Pulled m y trigger, now he's dead
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST
Mama, life had just begun
UVWXYZ But now I've gone and thr own it all
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST away
UVWXYZ Mama, ooo
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST Didn't mean to make you cry
UVWXYZ If I'm not back again this time
tomorrow
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing
z reall y matters
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy
z Too late, m y time has come
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
z
Goodbye everybody I've got to go
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy Gotta leave you all behind and face
z the truth
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy Mama, ooo (anyway the wind blows)
z I don't want to die
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy I sometimes wish I'd never been born
at all
z
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy I see a little silhouetto of a man
z Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do
0123456789 the fandango
0123456789 Thunderbolt and lightning very very
frightening me
0123456789
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo,
0123456789 Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
0123456789
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody
loves me
BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY - QUEEN
He's just a poor boy from a poor
Is this the real life? famil y
Is this just fantasy? Spare him his life from this
Caught in a landslide monstrosit y
No escape from reality Easy come easy go will you let me
Open your eyes go
Look up to the skies and see Bismillah! No we will not let you go
- let him
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 ooo
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 m y 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 yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing reall y matters
Anyone can see
Nothing reall y matters nothing reall y
matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
S o n g wr i t e r s : F r e d d i e M e r c u r y

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