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I've been cheated by you since I don't know when So I made up my mind, it must come to an end
Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don't know how but I suddenly lose control There's a fire within my soul
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring One more look and I forget everything
o-o-o-oh
Mamma mia, here I go again My my , how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know, My my, I could never let you go.
I've been angry and sad about things that you do I can't count all the times that I've told you we're through And when you go, when you slam the door I think you know that you won't be away too long You know that I'm not that strong
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring One more look and I forget everything, o-o-o-oh
Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know My my, I could never let you go.
Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again? My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go
Mamma mia, now I really know My my, I could never let you go
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