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Che
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Oh, what a circus
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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 Perón
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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
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Of the misery right
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Oh, what an exit
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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 Perón
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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
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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
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Has lived among us?
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How will we ever
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Get by without her?
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She had her moments
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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 Perón!"
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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
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She did nothing for years
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Ensemble
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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
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Et flentes o clemens o pia
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Che
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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
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Not much to ask for
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But in the end you
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Could not deliver
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Sing, you fools, but you've got it wrong
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Enjoy your prayers 'cos you haven't got long
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Your queen is dead
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Your king is through
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She's not coming back to you
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Show business kept us all alive
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Since 17 October 1945
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But the star has gone
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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've got it wrong
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Enjoy your prayers 'cos you haven't got long
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Your queen is dead
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Your king is through
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She's not coming back to you
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Ensemble
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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
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Et flentes o clemens o pia
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Eva
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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
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Che
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It's our funeral too
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