| Carpenters, The
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| Passage
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| On the Balcony of the Casa Rosada / Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina
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| It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
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| When I try to explain how I feel
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| That I still need your love after all that I’ve done
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| You won’t believe me
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| All you will see is a girl you once knew
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| Although she’s dressed up to the nines
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| At sixes and sevens with you
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| I had to let it happen; |
| I had to change
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| Couldn’t stay all my life down at heel
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| Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
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| So I chose freedom
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| Running around trying everything new
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| But nothing impressed me at all
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| I never expected it to
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| Don’t cry for me, Argentina
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| The truth is I never left you
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| All through my wild days
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| My mad existence
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| I kept my promise
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| Don’t keep your distance
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| And as for fortune, and as for fame
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| I never invited them in
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| Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired
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| They are illusions
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| They’re not the solutions they promised to be
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| The answer was here all the time
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| I love you and hope you love me
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| Don’t cry for me, Argentina
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| Don’t cry for me, Argentina
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| The truth is I never left you
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| All through my wild days
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| My mad existence
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| I kept my promise
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| Don’t keep your distance
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| Have I said too much? |
| There’s nothing more
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| I can think of to say to you
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| But all you have to do is look at me to know
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| That every word is trueHe will bring us goodness and light' |