Half past twelve
and I'm watchin' the late show
in my flat all alone
how I hate to spend
the evening on my own 
winter winds
blowin' outside the window
as I look around the room
and it makes me so
depressed to see the gloom
there's not a soul out there
no one to hear my prayer

ABBA fick alltid kritik för dåliga texter. Men läs detta. Tidlösa ord tycker jag!

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