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I don’t wanna talk
About the things we’ve gone through,
Though it’s hurting me
Now it’s history.
I’ve played all my cards
And that’s what you’ve done too,
Nothing more to say,
No more ace to play.
The winner takes it all...
The loser standing small,
Beside the victory
That’s her destiny.
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence.
Building me a home
Thinking I’d be strong there,
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules...
The gods may throw a dice,
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear...
The winner takes it all...
The loser has to fall.
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain?
But, tell me does she kiss,
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same,
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you,
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed.
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low.
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small.
The winner takes it all...
I don’t wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad...
And I understand
You’ve come to shake my hand.
I apologize if it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense...
No self-confidence,
But you see
The winner takes it all......(Abba)

YEEEE!!! prvi jutarnji blog :))) vec sam se zabrinuo da cu ga ja morat' napisat :) Idem sad.. :D

ABBA,odličan izbor za jutro...:)

a - je :)