segunda-feira, 16 de março de 2009

nunca a porra de uma musica dos ABBA fez tanto sentido ..

I dont wanna talk
About the things we've gone through
Though its hurting me
Now its history
I've played all my cards
And thats 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 (..)
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

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 game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small

The winner takes it all .

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