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I'm getting fed-up with your acquisitions |
I'm not your angel in white |
Agnetha, Frida Dreamworld, you've been living in a dreamworld |
Trust me, you just can't escape from reality |
Boy meets girl, doesn't mean they're in a dreamworld |
Here I am, here you are, |
We're gonna make it together |
And within, it's a fuss |
So we can only get better |
Agnetha When you reach up and you say to me |
How I love you, girl |
When I hold you, baby, can't you see |
That's the way we whirl |
Agnetha, Frida Dreamworld, you've been living in a dreamworld |
Trust me, you just can't escape from reality |
Boy meets girl, doesn't mean they're in a dreamworld |
Here I am, here you are, |
We're gonna make it together |
And within, it's a fuss |
So we can only get better |
I can hear how you work, practising hard |
Playing night and day, wo-oh |
And it sounds better now, yes you improve |
Everytime you play, wo-oh |
But it's bad |
You're so sad |
And you're only smiling |
When you play your violin |
Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle |
To be so near you and not just hear you |
Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle |
I think then maybe you'd see me, baby |
You'd be mine |
And we'd be together all the time |
Wish I was dumb dumb diddle, your darling fiddle |
But I think, you don't know that I exist |
I'm the quiet kind, wo-oh |
From the day when I first listened to you |
You've been on my mind, wo-oh |
You don't care |
It's not fair |
And you're only smiling |
When you play your violin |
Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle |
To be so near you and not just hear you |
Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle |
I think then maybe you'd see me, baby |
You'd be mine |
And we'd be together all the time |
Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle |
To be so near you and not just hear you |
Dumb dumb diddle, to be your fiddle |
I think then maybe you'd see me, baby |
You'd be mine |
And we'd be together all the time |
Wish I was dumb dumb diddle, your darling find |
They came flying from far away, now I'm under their spell |
I love hearing the stories that they tell |
They've seen places beyond my land and they've found new horizons |
They speak strangely but I understand |
And I dream I'm an eagle |
And I dream I can spread my wings |
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky |
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze |
High, high, what a feeling to fly |
Over mountains and forests and seas |
And to go anywhere that I please |
As all good friends we talk all night, and we fly wing to wing |
I have questions and they know everything |
There's no limit to what I feel, we climb higher and higher |
Am I dreaming or is it all real? |
Is it true I'm an eagle? |
Is it true I can spread my wings? |
Flying high, high, I'm a bird in the sky (I'm an eagle) |
I'm an eagle that rides on the breeze |
High, high, what a feeling to fly (What a feeling) |
Over mountains and forests and seas |
And to go anywhere that I please |
Every good man needs a helping hand |
so I travel alone if I can |
Every man has a guiding star |
and he knows what he's gonna get |
Subsets and Splits