QUEEN MAMA
Fantastic Art In Music BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY 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 Im just a poor boy, i need no sympathy Because Im easy come, easy go, A little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me, To me Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now hes dead, Mama, life had just begun, But now Ive gone and thrown it
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