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Bohemian Rhapsody Video (MV)






Hoërskool Rustenburg Koor - Bohemian Rhapsody Lyrics




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
Anyway 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?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go

Let him go!
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
Will not let you go
Let me go
Ah

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!

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
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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
Anyway 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?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go

Let him go!
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
Will not let you go
Let me go
Ah

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!

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
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Writer: FREDDIE MERCURY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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