| 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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| 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 acress called Eva Perron.
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| We’ve all gone crazy: 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 burried like Eva Perron
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| It’s quite a sunset and good for the country in aroundabout way
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| We’ve made the front page of all the world’s papers to day
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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 godess has lived among us?
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| How will we ever get by without her?
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| Salve etc.
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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 Casa Rosade crying «Eva Perron».
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| But that’s all gone now and soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
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| we’re all gone see and how she did nothing for years.
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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 but in the end
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| you could not deliver
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| Salve etc.
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| (while the courus sings Salve the main singer sings the following three lines)
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| Oh what a circus
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| Oh what a show
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| You let down your people, your people Evita Evita Evita Evita.
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| Salve etc. |