Bohemian Rhapsody Redux

Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
 
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy
 
Any way the wind blows,
Doesn't really matter to me, to me
 
Put a gun against his head
Pulled that trigger, now he's dead
 
Mama, life had just begun
And now I've gone and thrown it all away
 
Aargh!

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
 
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
 
Because I'm easy come
Easy go
 
Any way the wind blows,
Doesn't really matter to me, to me.
 
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