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CIt won't be easy, you'll think it stFrange when I try to explain how I Gfeel that I sG7till need your love after Call that I've done. CYou Emwon't belAmieve me, all you willAm7 see is aD4 girlD you once knew Dalthough she's dressed up to the Gnines Dat sixes and D7sevens with yoGu. G7
I had to let it happen, I had to change Couldn't stay all my life down at heel Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun So I chose freedom, running around trying everything new But nothing impressed me at all. I never expected it to.
CDon't cry for me, Argentina CThe truth is, I never left you All through my Gwild days, my mad eAmxistence I kept my Empromise. Don't keep your dFistance.
And as for fortune, and as for fame I never invited them in though it seemed to the world they were all I desired. They are illusions, they're not the solutions they promised to be The answer was here all the time: I love you, and hope you love me. Don't cry for me, Argentina . . . . hums a chorus Don't cry for me, Argentina the truth is, I never left you All through my wild days, my mad existence I kept my promise. Don't keep your distance.
AmHave I said too much? AmThere's nothing more I can think of to Emsay to you. AmBut all you have to do is look at me to know that every Gword is tCrue.