Bohemian Polka |
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Mama, just killed a man. Too late, Mama, ooo. I see a little silhouetto of a man. Gallileo. (Gallileo). I'm just a poor boy, Easy come, easy go. Oh mammamia mammamia! So you think you could stone me and spit in my eye? Nothing really matters, Any way the wind blows. |
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