Bohemian Rhapsody Redux

What is the point of this second thread?
 
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
 
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,
 
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
 
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger
now he's dead
 
Mama, oooooh
 
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
 
Too late,
My time has come
 
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