Bohemian Rhapsody

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,
 
Mama! just killed a man.
 
And now I've gone and thrown it all away!
 
carry on,
 
What the heck is going on,
Anyway I'm off to Jamaica mon.
 
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Caught in a landslide.
No escape from reality.
 
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see.
 
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