ABBA

I don't wanna ta ^G lk
About the things we've g ^D one through
Though it's hurt ^Am ing me
Now it's history ^D
G I've pla ^D yed all ^Am my cards ^D
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
The winner takes ^G it all
The loser standi ^Em7 ng small
Beside the victo ^Am ry
That's her desti ^D ny
^G I was in ^D your ar ^Am ms ^D
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
^G Building ^D me a ho ^Am me ^D
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
^G The gods ^Em7 may thr ^Am ow a dic ^D e
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
^G The winn ^Em7 er takes ^Am it all ^D
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain.
^G But tell ^D me does ^Am she kis ^D s
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
^G Somewher ^D e deep i ^Am nside ^D
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed
^G The judg ^D es will ^Am decide ^D
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
^G The game ^Em7 is on a ^Am gain ^D
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
^G I don't ^D wanna ta ^Am lk ^D
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
^G I apolog ^D ize ^{Am D}
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
^G The winn ^D er takes ^Am it all ^D
The winner takes it all...
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PAOLO ZUCCONELLI
VERONA (Italy)
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