[Intro]

           
Is this the re

            
al life? Is th

         
is just fan - 

  
ta - sy?
          
Caught in a la

           
nd - slide, no

           
 escape from r

       
e - a - li - t


y.
           
Open your eyes

           
, look up to t

             
he skies and s


ee.
           
I'm just a poo

        
r boy, I need 

no sympathy, b

ecause I'm
          
easy come, eas

          
y go, little h

          
igh, little lo

w.
          
Any way the wi

/       
nd blows doesn

         
't really matt

             
er to me, to m


e.


[Verse 1]

           
Mama,   just k

             
illed a man, p

     
ut a gun again

st his head,
           
pulled my trig

              
ger, now he's 


dead.
            
Mama,   life h

            
ad just begun,

     
 but now I've 

gone and
     
thrown it all 

       
   away.


[Chorus]

      
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 nothing 

            
really matters

             
.


[Verse 2]

            
Too late,   my

            
 time has come

        
, sends shiver

s down my spin

e,
           
body's aching 

        
all the time.
            
Goodbye everyb

            
ody, I've got 

             
to go, gotta l


eave you all
      
Behind and fa 

      
- ace the trut

  
h.


[Chorus]

      
Mama, ooh_____

            
__  I don't wa

    
nna die,
  
I sometimes wi

sh I'd never b

een born at al

l


[Solo]

           
         
   


[Opera]

           
      I see a 

        
little silhoue

        
tto of a man.
           
Scaramouche, S

            
caramouche, wi

          
ll you do the 

    
Fandango?
         
Thunderbolt an

          
d lightning, v

/          
ery, very frig

        
ht'ning me.
N.C.
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo - Gallileo Figaro, Magnifico-oh-oh-oh-oh...

          
I'm just a poo

         
r boy, no - bo

        
dy loves me.
      
He's  just a p

   
oor  boy from 

       
a poor fam - i

   
 - ly.
            
Spare him his 

          
life from this

        
 monstrosity.
      

          
Easy come, eas

           
y go, will you

          
 let me go?  B

        
is - mil - lah

!
        
No, we will no

/    
t    let  you 

     
  go. - Let hi

m go!  Bismill

ah!

We will not le

t you go. - Le

t him go!  Bis

millah!  We wi

ll not let you

 go. - Let me 

go.

Will not let y

ou go. - Let m

e go.  Will no

t let you go. 

- Let me go.


Oh-oh-oh-oh...

       
No, no, no, no

     
, no, no, no. 


Oh, mamma mia,

 mamma mia,
      
Mamma mi  -  a

      
,  let   me   

       
go.  Beelzebub

            
 has a devil p

           
ut aside for m


e,

for me, for me

eeeee!


[Interlude]

|   |   |   |    |

            
   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 th

          
is to me, baby

.
            
Just gotta get

          
 out, just got

            
ta get right o

     
utta here.

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[Outro]

        
Ooh___________

     
___  Ooh   yea

                    
h, 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.