[Che:]
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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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[Crowd:]
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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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Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy
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Our life, sweetness, and hope
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Hail, hail, oh queen
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To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve
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To you we sigh, mourning and weeping
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Oh clement, oh loving one
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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, 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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[Crowd:]
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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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[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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Oh What A Circus
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| Madonna |
