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From Evita |
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I don't expect my love affairs to last for long |
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Never fool myself that my dreams will come true |
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Being used to trouble |
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I anticipate it |
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But all the same |
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I hate it - wouldn't you? |
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So what happens now? |
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Another suitcase in another hall |
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So what happens now? |
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Take your picture off another wall |
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Where am I going to? |
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You'll get by, you always have before |
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Where am I going to? |
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Time and time again |
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I've said that |
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I don't care |
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That I'm immune to gloom, that |
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I'm hard through and through |
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But every time it matters all my words desert me |
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So anyone can hurt me - and they do |
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So what happens now? |
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Another suitcase in another hall |
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So what happens now? |
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Take your picture off another wall |
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Where am I going to? |
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You'll get by you always have before |
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Where am I going go? |
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Call in three months time and |
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I'll be fine |
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I know Well maybe not that fine, but |
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I'll survive anyhow |
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I won't recall the names and places of |
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Each sad occasion |
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But that's no consolation -- here and now |
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So what happens now? |
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Another suitcase in another hall |
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So what happens now? |
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Take your picture off another wall |
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Where am I going to? |
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You'll get by, you always have before |
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Where am I going to? |
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Don't ask anymore |