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Bohemian Rhapsody:
ALL: 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
L/A: I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy cause I’m
H: Ooh . . . . . poor boy . . . . . . . . because I’m
ALL: easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, L: to me
H/T: 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
ALL: Mama, ooh, H/T: didn't mean to make you cry.
A/L: Ah, didn’t mean to make you cry,
H/T: If I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on
A/L: back again this time tomorrow, Ah - A: as if nothing really matters
L: Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
A: Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
A/ T: Mama, ooh . . . . . . . . . I don’t wanna die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
L: Ooh - - - . . . . . . . . . . . .Ooh . . . . . . . . . . . . Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
H: Any way the wind blows . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
A/L: I see a little silhouetto of a man, ALL: Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
L: Thunderbolt and lightning, L/T/A: very, very frightening me
H/T/A: Galileo . . . . . . . Galileo, . . . . . . Galileo, Figaro
L: Galileo . . . . . . . . Galileo, Galileo Figaro,
A/T: Magnifico . . . H1: Oh H2: Oh L: Oh, I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
A/T/H: He’s just a poor boy from a poor family, Spare him his life from this monstrosity
L: Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
A: Bismillah ALL: No! A/L: We will not let you go H/T: Let him go
A/L: Bismillah , we will not let you go H/T: Let him go
A/L: Bismillah , we will not let you go H/T: Let me go
A/L: Will not let you go H/T: Let me go
A: Never, Will not let you go
L: Never never never let you go
ALL: No, no, no, no, no, no,
L: Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia ALL: Mamma mia, let me go
ALL: Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
?: Bab b aba b aba da da . . . . .
H/T: 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
ALL: Ooh . . . . . Ooh, yeah, . . . ooh, yeah
H: Nothing really matters, anyone can see H/A: Nothing really matters
All: Nothing really matters to me
A: Any way the wind blows
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