Intro
Parte 6 De 7
(Frase 2)
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
(Frase 2)
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
Primeira Parte
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! Ooooooooh!
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
Segunda Parte
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! Oooooooh! I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all
Terceira Parte
Parte 4 De 4
(Frase 8)
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche! Scaramouche!
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning
Very, very frightening me!
Galileo! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo!
(Frase 8)
Galileo, Figaro! Magnifico!
Quarta Parte
Parte 3 De 3
(Frase 5)
(Frase 2)
I'm just a poor boy
And no__body loves me
He's just a poor boy
From a poor family
Spare him his life
E(Frase 10) a (Frase 5)
From this monstrosity
Quinta Parte
Parte 6 De 7
C#7(Frase 13)f#m a7
(Frase 2)
Easy come, easy go
Will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go!
Bismillah!
(Frase 11)
We will not let you go!
Bismillah!
We will not let you go! let me go!
We will not let you go! let me go!
Will not let you go! Let you go!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia!
Mamma mia, let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil
Put aside for me! For me! For me!
Sexta Parte
Parte 13 De 13
(Frase 18)
( D2 (Frase 14) E (Frase 15) )
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!
( F G A Bb G A (Frase 18) )
Sétima Parte
Parte 2 De 8
A(Frase 19)d c#7 f#m
Parte 6 De 8
Parte 7 De 8
Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
( A (Frase 19) D C#7 F#m G D/F# )
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows