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Oh what a circus, oh what a show |
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Argentina has gone to town |
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Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron |
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We've all gone crazy |
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Mourning all day and mourning all night |
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Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right |
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Oh what an exit, that's how to go |
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When they're ringing your curtain down |
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Demand to be buried like Eva Peron |
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It's quite a sunset |
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And good for the country in a roundabout way |
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We've made the front page of all the world's papers today |
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But who is this Santa Evita? |
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Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow? |
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What kind of goddess has lived among us? |
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How will we ever get by without her? |
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She had her moments, she had some style |
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The best show in town was the crowd |
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Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Peron" |
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But that's all gone now |
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As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears |
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We're all gonna see and how, she did nothing for years |
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Salve regina mater misericordiae |
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Vita dulcedo et spes nostra |
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Salve salve regina |
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Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva |
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Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes |
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O clemens o pia |
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You let down your people Evita |
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You were supposed to have been immortal |
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That's all they wanted, not much to ask for |
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But in the end you could not deliver |
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Sing you fools, but you got it wrong |
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Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long |
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Your queen is dead, your king is through |
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And she's not coming back to you |
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Show business kept us all alive |
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Since seventeen October 1945 |
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But the star has gone, the glamour's worn thin |
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That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in |
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Instead of government we had a stage |
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Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage |
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Instead of help we were given a crowd |
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She didn't say much, but she said it loud |
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Sing you fools, but you got it wrong |
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Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long |
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Your queen is dead, your king is through |
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She's not coming back to you |
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Salve regina mater misericordiae |
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Vita dulcedo et spes nostra |
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Salve salve regina Peron |
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Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva |
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Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes |
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O clemens o pia |
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Don't cry for me Argentina |
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For I am ordinary, unimportant |
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And undeserving of such attention |
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Unless we all are, I think we all are |
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So share my glory, so share my coffin |
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So share my glory, so share my coffin |