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No escape from reality. Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and see. verse. I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm easy come, easy go. Little high, little low. Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me (to me) verse. Mama.
No escape from reality (Sem escapatória da realidade) Open your eyes (Abra seus olhos) Look up to the skies and see (Olhe para os céus e veja) Há, no entanto, possíveis leituras figurativas, como, por exemplo, a ideia de que a letra seria uma alegoria de Freddie para tratar da luta com a sua própria sexualidade.
No escape from reality Open 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 go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head
No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I′m just a poor boy (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 he's dead Mama, life had just begun
5 de ago. de 2016 · 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 Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way ...
E Caught in a landslide A No escape from reality F#m Open your eyes A D Look up to the skies and see Bm I'm just a poor boy E I need no sympathy Bb A G# A Because I'm easy come, easy go Bb A G# A Little high, little low D A Anyway the wind blows B7 E Doesn't really matter to me [Segunda Parte] A F#m To me…
No escape from reality. Open 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 go Little high, little low Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me. Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head,
