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Eva:] |
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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 I anticipate it |
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But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you? |
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[Chorus:] |
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[Eva:] So what happens now? |
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[Che:] Another suitcase in another hall |
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[Eva:] So what happens now? |
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[Che:] Take your picture off another wall |
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[Eva:] Where am I going to? |
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[Che:] You'll get by, you always have before |
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[Eva:] Where am I going to? |
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Time and time again I've said that I don't care |
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That I'm immune to gloom, that 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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[chorus] |
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Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know |
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Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow |
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I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion |
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But that's no consolation here and now. |
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[chorus, with Che's lines being sung by the starlets] |
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[Huevo:] |
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Don't ask anymore. |
