What it gave me: Is this the material life? This is fair fantasy? Gotten caught in a landslide do not open escaping the reality your eyes look up to the skies and see I'm a straight poor boy, I needs no sympathy, because I'm simple really set come, simply A high to go little, a little low somehow, which the wind burns through, for doesn't affair to me, to me the nut/mother, straight killed a man rifle against its head pulled means trips, now he's dead nut/mother, life had begun straight, but I've, him all away nut/mother, carried now ooo for Didn't means, you cry forming are gone and are thrown, if I'm do not support again this times tomorrow, on, offer, as if nothing really constitutes too late, is my time sends Shivers down means hurting thorn Body's the whole time good-bye of everyone come - I've received to go receive, you after all to leave and the truth nut/mother to confront ooo - (somehow the wind impacts) I don't would like me die to wish I'd, that at all are born never sometimes I see a small silhouetto a man Scaramouch, scaramouch will, you the Fandangothunderbolt and lightning - very very much frightening I Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo Figaro - magnifico do however I'm a straight poor boy and nobody love me He's a straight poor boy one of the bad family reserves it its life of these enormousness, which go simple come simple - you will leave me to go to Bismillah! NO - we do not let you go - to leave it it to go Bismillah! We do not let you go - to leave you it to go Bismillah! We do not let leave you to go - to leave it me go to let it it not to go - me to go (never) to leave you to never go - to leave it me go to let it me to never go - ooo No., No., No., No., No., No., NO - OH- nut/mother mia, nut/mother mia, nut/mother, mia me to go left Beelzebub, lets a devil for me for me for me aside to sit down think you, you me and Spit in my eye to entsteinen in such a way be able, thus you think that you can love me and cubes leave OH- baby to me too - can't do you this me baby, fair do not go out arrived on - straight received, right outta to receives here Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, which really constitutes nothing everyone, can to nothing really see affairs - anything make really me burn through out anyway the wind...
What I typed: 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
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
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 behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...


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