ABBA Lyric Bot
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by m
with love✨
(work in progress. lyrics being added!)
- there's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
- voices call out to me, straight to my heart
- running the gauntlet in a whirl of lace
- I feel I'm cracking up
- the winner takes it all, the loser standing small
- droning on his usual way, he's such a clever guy
- and one day you'll find out he wears a disguise don't look too deep into those angeleyes oh, no, no, no, no, no
- he had what you might call a trivial occupation he cleaned the platforms of the local railway station
- my whole world is falling, going crazy
- I believe in angels when I know the time is right for me I'll cross the stream
- guess I'm kind of flattered but I'm scared as well something like a magic spell
- do I see the signs I think I see? or is this just a fantasy?
- the sound so ominously tearing through the silence
- let's not look the other way, taking a chance
- and I wonder, should I laugh or cry?
- I have a very good friend the kind of girl who likes to follow a trend
- I only saw it as dreams you would weave until the final hour
- let it be a tear, let it be a sigh
- crazy 'bout his angeleyes angeleyes he took my heart and now I pay the price
- do I really see what's in her mind? each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing
- just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving
- long awaited darkness falls, casting shadows on the walls
- looking mighty proud I see you leave your table, pushing through the crowd
- disaster and disgrace the king has lost his crown
- droning on his usual way, he's such a clever guy
- head over heels, setting the pace
- all illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion
- tells me I must take him seriously
- hiding their shame behind hollow laughter while you are crying alone in your bed
- chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
- and in a while we'll stop to pick up the traces; we won't find the missing parts
- I must have read a while the lastest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
- now we must suffer and sell our secrets bargain, playing smart, aching in our hearts
- but then I dealt you the blow; one of us had to go
- chiquitita, tell me what's wrong
- I believe in angels something good in everything I see
- I surrender without reservation no explanations no questions why
- at five I must have left; there's no exception to the rule a matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
- somewhere in the middle of the never-ending noise there is a pulse, a steady rhythm of a heart that beats
- sorry Cassandra, I misunderstood now the last day is dawning
- each time when he speaks his mind she pats his head
- no more pain where there was pain before
- I must have read a while the lastest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
- leading me all the way into a place where beauty will defeat the darkest day
- I'm hearing images I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
- packing your bags, being slow and thorough knowing, though you're late, that ship is sure to wait
- and yet it isn't unexpected I have been waiting for these visitors
- sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small wishing she had never left at all
- I believe in angels something good in everything I see
- but how I loved our secret meetings