Sing a new song, chiquitita
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Trying to remember… where the nightmare started… when he started to think all bad things about me. Small lies… trying to keep him calm. And it was worse. And I couldn’t stop. And nobody could believe me when I was telling the truth. But I didn’t lie with what I was feeling. Never.
“Prove me that the proofs of your truth are real.” And you realize you will always need a proof. Because he sees you different from now on. Too stubborn to prove the last proof? Maybe a little, or just too tired to prove something you did not do, tired of fighting… When you love someone you just know, you just feel him or her and know he or she is there for you. If you don’t let your mind take over your body, if you take for real every caress, and you kiss instead of hitting, all things will be normal and peaceful. But it’s hard, hard to take control of our bad thoughts.
Despite everything, I have no bad memories. Four wonderful months. But I still wonder… was it worth?
So the walls came tumbling down
And your love’s a blown out candle
All is gone and it seems too hard to handle
Chiquitita, tell me the truth
There is no way you can deny it
I see that you’re oh so sad, so quiet
Chiquitita, you and I know
How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they’re leaving
You’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end
You will have no time for grieving.
All that I know is that I’ll be fine and I’ll be dancing once again… even it’s not so soon ;)
Abba are immortal.
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