Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen


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Is this the re

          
al life? Is th

is just fantas

y?
            
Caught in a la

              
ndslide, no es


cape from real

ity
           
Open your eyes

           
, look up to t

              
he skies and s

       
ee
           
I'm just a poo

         
r boy, I need 

no sympathy

             
Because I'm ea

           
sy come, easy 


go
          
Little high, l

      
ittle low
          
Any way the wi

/
nd blows
         
Doesn't really

            
 matter to me,

 
 to me

[Verse 1]

          
Mamaaa just ki

lled 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    awa

    
y
       
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

[Guitar solo]

    

          

    

       

      

[Verse 3]

       
I    see a lit

           
tle silhou - e

/      
tto of a man. 

 
          
Scar - a - mou

             
ch, Scar - a -

       
 mouch, 
         
Will you do th

          
e Fan - dan - 


go?
         
Thunderbolt an

         
d lightning 
         
Very, very fri

         
ght'ning me.
              
Gallileo, Gall

              
ileo, Gallileo

              
, Figaro, Magn

 (
ifico.  
        
          
I'm just a poo

      
r boy 
          
No - body   lo

    
ves me.  
      
He's  just a p

    
oor   boy 
     
from a poor fa

   
mi - ly.
            
Spare him his 

          
life from this

             
 monstrosi - t

         
y.

          
Easy come, eas

    
y go,
           
Will you let m

      
e go?  
NC
Bis - mil - lah!
         
No, we will no

                
t let you go. 
          
Let him go! Bi

smillah!
           
We will not le

                      
t you go.
          
Let him go! Wi


ll not let you

 go! 
          
Let him go!  W


ill not let yo

u go.    F#
   Ne - ver ne - ver ne - ver let me go

         
No, no, no, no

      
, no, no, no!

N.C
Oh mama mia, mama mia
        
Mama mia let m

  
e go
          
Belze - but ha

            
d a devil put 

        
aside for me, 

for me, for me

         

[Bridge]
         
   So you thin

           
k you can ston

            
e me and spit 

         
in my eye.    

  
         
   So you thin

           
k you 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.    

  

         
(here) 

    
              

   

[Outro]

      
Ooh, ooh   ohh

   
, ooh, yeah
      
Ooh  yeah

       



            
Nothing really

          
 matters, anyo

       
ne can see
            
Nothing really

       
 matters, noth


ing really mat

ters 
        
To me

     

      

    
         
Any way the wi

     
nd blows

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