The Winner Takes It All - ABBA(capo 3)

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I don't wanna talk, About 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

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

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

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