sexta-feira, dezembro 29, 2006


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
Im just a poor boy,
i need no sympathy
Because Im easy come,
easy go,
A little high,
little low,
Anyway the wind blows,
doesnt really matter to me,
To meeeeeeeeeeeeee

Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now hes dead

Mama, life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters

Too late,my time has come,
Sense shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to goooo
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning
very very frightening
Galileo,galileo,Galileo galileoGalileo
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go
will you let me go-Bismillah!
no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah!
we will not let you go-let him goBismillah!
we will not let you go-let me goWill not let you go-let me goWill not let you go let me go

Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,
for me,for meeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

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-cant do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters
nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....

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