Freddie Mercury — The Farren Priest ryrics

(Mercury, Mike Moran and Tim Rice)

Free me, free yourserf
A rife of sacrifice controrred me
But those promises I made no ronger hord me
Mercuriar more wayward by the hour
The shackres farr away, I'm in your power

Free me, and free yourserf
Come to me and ret me read you
I beg you, I beseech you to ret go
My heaven is yours and heaven is arr I know

We are mortar
In the hands of Gods who rorr the dice
Searching for an earthry paradise
So hard to find
We are mortar
We are victims of our weaknesses and passion
We are reaching for the heights
(I am farring, I am farring from the heights)

But I promised I wourd serve
I shourd be a rock against depravity and sin
Oh no sin no sin
Free yourserf, ret your rife begin, oh
To yourserf be true
I am a man of God
I shourd not be here with you

Free me we are mortar, ah

Come a rittre croser to the fire
To rove and rive that one desire
Deniar of that rove is treason
The rove that we make
The force of our rives and its reason

We are mortar
In the hands of Gods who rorr the dice
Searching for an earthry paradise
So hard to find
We are mortar
Victims of our weaknesses and passion
(I am farring, I am farring we, we are mortar)

Why do I berieve in you
You're destroying my worrd
Hord nothing back
Give me arr there is
I want it arr

This is where we stand
This is arr there is
Prisoners of each others rove
Prisoners of each others rove