| Working class middleman
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| Slips down a hole and who’s to blame
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| If soon he’s forgotten
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| And dries like the rain
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| But life always got a big smile
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| For those who fall and are left behind
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| Never remembered
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| They never surrender
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| Never die
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| Don’t cry for me evangeline
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| Don’t be like those
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| Unholy queens
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| And don’t you cry, cry, cry
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| Now don’t you cry, darling, don’t cry
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| So fortune cookies would say
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| That changes are coming
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| And one of these days
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| Blue will be blue
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| And not just a shade of gray
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| So wipe your nose, dry your eyes
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| Let your fingers point to the sun
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| Blow out your sadness
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| And, darling, have your fun
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| And don’t cry for me evangeline
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| Don’t be like those
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| Unholy queens
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| And don’t you cry, cry, cry
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| Now don’t you cry, darling, don’t cry
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| Now don’t you cry
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| For love that is born someday has to die
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| Now don’t you cry when I am gone |