bohemian rhapsody歌词
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,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me,
to me ,
Mama, ju
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