ABBA : ( Isolated Vocal) Slipping Through My Fingers HQ
Agnetha and Frida s Isolated Vocals here (HQ) Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absentminded smile I watch her go with a surge of that wellknown sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I m losing her forever And without really entering her world I m glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what s in her mind Each time I think I m close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sleep in our eyes Her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she s gone There s that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can t deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go (Sli
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