ABBA - Elaine Lyrics
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Elaine
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What Are The Lyrics For Elaine By ABBA?
You hate, you scream, you swear
And still you never reach them You curse, you try to scare But you can never teach them It's a dead end street They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street is narrow A nowhere lane, a nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine Elaine, Elaine, Elaine, you know they're gonna get you You try to break away, but they will never let you It's a dead end street They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street is narrow The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine You're like a goldfish in a bowl, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine They have your mind, they'll take your soul You come, you stay, you go, it really doesn't matter You've done it all before, by now they know the pattern It's a dead end street They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street is narrow The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine You're like a goldfish in a bowl, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine They have your mind, they'll take your soul Björn Know that you go, you know they're gonna get you Know that you go, you know they'll never let you Agnetha, Frida It's a dead end street They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street is narrow The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine You're like a goldfish in a bowl, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine They have your mind, they'll take your soul Björn Know that you go, you know they're gonna get you Know that you go, you know they'll never let you Know that you go, you know they're gonna get you |
Who Wrote Elaine By ABBA?
Benny Andersson, Bjoern K Ulvaeus, Bjorn Ulvaeus
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