Florent Mothe - 14. Bohemian Rhapsody (Acoustique) | Текст песни

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• 14. Bohemian Rhapsody (Acoustique)

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
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama,
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

It's 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,
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

nothing really matters
Look up to the skies and see
nothing really matters
nothing really matters
to me

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