Don’t Cry for me
Cool Britannia
It won’t be easy, you’ll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I shred a tear 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 nines
At sixes and sevens with you
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 serfdom, running around privatising everything
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to
Don’t cry for me, Cool Britannia
The truth is, I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I kept my promise
Don’t keep your distance
Cool Britannia
And as for fortune, and as for fame
I always invited them in
Though it seemed to the world the things I never desired
I love illusions, they are the solutions I promised them to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you, and hope you love me
Don’t cry for me,
Don’t cry for me, Cool Britannia
The truth is, I never left you
All through my wild days, my mad existence
I was a Blairite
Don’t keep your distance
Have I said too much?
There’s nothing more I can think of to say to you
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true
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