Bohemian Rhapsody

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,
 
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.
 
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
 
pulled my trigger, now he's dead
 
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.
I'm just a poor boy!
 
I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
 
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to
me, to me
 
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