Paroles de Bohemian Rhapsody de Florent Mothe

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the shies and see
I'm just a poor boy
I need no sympathy

'Cause I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
It doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, I just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
Now, I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, Oooohhh
I didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters

Too late
My time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behing and face the truth

Mama, Oooohhh
No I don't wanna die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really... matters

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters... to me
(Merci Flo pour les paroles)



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