Bohemian Rhapsody Songtext: Is this the real life, is this just fantasy Caught in a landside, 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... |
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