...Fuck you, ABBA.

I was having an epic night. Then I listened too closely to a song. And the night becomes mildly less epic.


Damn ABBA.
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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...
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It's not that I'm still brooding about this. But it just irks me that I can still find ways that songs worm their ways into my life.


In other news, I GOT A JOB, BIZNATCH!! Gonna hafta get up so very early, but it's gonna be worth it. :D


That is all.


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