Don't cry for me Argentina It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel But I still need your love after all that I've done. You won't believe me All you will see is a girl you once knew Although she's dressed up to the

Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice is mad for you my friend Doesn't matter what you see Freedom of speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception Do you

I hate you! Your own child I didn't touch you there Mother please forgive me I just had to get out all my pain and suffering Now that I am done, remember I will always love you I'm your son Little child, looking so pretty

Where will you go now? Is it true now? Killers done found this touch a long time ago Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown But I came out with a light that blind at then end

Let you go! You were there for me And I was there for you Holding out hope for you No-oh, never let you go! You will always be the one that I regret How will I let you go? You end up alone after all that you've done All that you've paid for

I'm not around that much Running exhausted and lost If it could be undone Will it have costed? It's taught and lost Blowing away we stray, wilted Insuited, at fault What if the day had stayed in bed These baubles we've brought

Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Hammering anvils straining muscle and might Shattering

All of my lovin' and everything The little girl she done put me down Yeah, ain't that a pity People ain't that a cryin' shame Ain't that a pity I declare it's a cryin' shame She wait till it got nine below zero And put me down for another man I give her

Most of us have given up On these words that all sound the same But I am still willing to believe If you have done all that you can

All praise their sacrificed sons Who would wish this On our people? And proclaim That His will be done Scriptures they heed have misled them Walls are closing Channel surfing