24/11/1991...., se ne andava un poeta... m.youtube/watch?v=mPbclTnMLlc 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, Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because Im easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesnt really matter to me, to me. Mama just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now hes dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now Ive gone and thrown it all away. Mama, ooh, Didnt mean to make you cry, If Im 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, bodys aching all the time. Goodbye, evrybody, Ive got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh, I dont want to die, I sometimes wish Id never been born at all. I see a little silhouette of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango. Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightning me. (Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro Magnifico. Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me. Hes 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.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah. 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, cant do this to me, baby, Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here. Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to me. Any way the wind blows.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 19:37:38 +0000
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