Is this the real life?Is this just fantasy?Caught in a landslide,No escape from realityOpen 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 goLittle high, little lowAny way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to meMama, just killed a manPut a gun against his headPulled my trigger, now he’s deadMama, life had just begunBut now I’ve gone and thrown it all awayMama, ooh (any way the wind blows)Didn’t mean to make you cryIf I’m not back again this time tomorrowCarry on, carry on as if nothing really mattersToo late, my time has comeSends shivers down my spineBody’s aching all the timeGoodbye, everybody, I’ve got to goGotta leave you all behind and face the truthMama, ooh (any way the wind blows)I don’t wanna die,I sometimes wish I’d never been born at allI see a little silhouetto of a man,Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?Thunderbolt and lightningVery, very frightening me(Galileo) Galileo(Galileo) GalileoGalileo FigaroMagnifico-o-o-o-oI’m just a poor boy, nobody loves meHe’s just a poor boy from a poor familySpare him his life from this monstrosityEasy 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 him go!)Will not let you go (let him go!)Never, never let you goNever let me go, ohNo, no, no, no, no, no, noOh, mama mia, mama mia (mama mia,