Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

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[Intro]

Is this the re

al life?

Is this just f

antasy?

Caught in a la

ndslide
      
No escape from

 reality

Open your eyes
            
Look up to the

             
 skies and see

I'm just a poo

r boy (Poor bo

y)

I need no symp

athy
            
Because I'm ea

           
sy come, easy 

           
go Little high

         
, little low
             
Any way the wi

           
nd blows Doesn

            
't really matt

             
er to me, to m

e

 

[Verse 1]
         
Mama, just kil

led a man
            
Put a gun agai

              
nst his head, 

              
pulled my trig

              
ger, now he's 

 
dead
             
Mama, life had

 
 just begun
            
But now I've g

              
one and thrown

         
 it all away
      
Mama, ooh
       
Didn't mean to

 make you cry
             
If I'm not bac

            
k again this t

      
ime tomorrow
              
Carry on, carr

          
y on as if not

            
hing really ma

tters

[Verse 2]
           
Too late, my t


ime has come
        
Sends shivers 

down my spine
              
Body's aching 

           
all the time

Goodbye, every

body
         
I've got to go
            
Gotta leave yo

             
u all behind a

             
nd face the tr


uth
       
Mama, oooh (An

yway the wind 

blows)

I don't want t

o die
             
I sometimes wi

        
sh I'd never b

een born at al

l

[Solo]

[Bridge]
            
I see a little

           
 silhouetto of

    
 a man
           
Scaramouch, Sc

            
aramouch, will

             
 you do the Fa

   
ndango
            
Thunderbolt an

            
d lightning, v

            
ery, very frig

        
htening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o
         
I'm just a poo

          
r boy no-body 

      
loves me
           
He's just a po

            
or boy from a 

        
poor family
             
Spare him his 

             
life from this

         
 monstrosity
         
Easy come, eas

           
y go, will you

       
 let me go?
          
Bismillah! No,

              
 we will not l

        
et you go
Let him go
          
Bismillah! We 

              
will not let y

    
ou go
Let him go
          
Bismillah! We 

              
will not let y

   
ou go
Let me go (Will not let you go)
Let me go (Will not let you go) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me go, o, o, o, o
         
No, no, no, no

     
, no, no, no
              
(Oh mama mia, 

              
mama mia) Mama

          
 Mia, let me g

o
            
Beelzebub has 

            
the devil put 

           
aside for me, 

for me, for me

!
            
So you think y

              
ou can stone m

             
e and spit in 

       
my eye?
            
So you think y

              
ou can love me

             
 and leave me 

    
to die?
         
Oh, baby, can'

              
t do this to m

   
e, baby
            
Just gotta get

           
 out, just got

             
ta get right o

      
utta here

   

            
Nothing really

 
 matters
          
Anyone can see
            
Nothing really

 
 matters
             
Nothing really

            
 matters to me

Any way the wind blows