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Abba - Cassandra
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Down in the street they're all singing and shouting
Staying alive though the city is dead
Hiding their shame
Behind hollow laughter
While you are crying alone on your bed
Pity Cassandra
That no-one believed you
But then again you were lost from the start
Now we must suffer nd sell our secrets
Bargain, playing smart
Aching in our hearts
Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted
But none of us would
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry Cassandra
I didn't believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour
So in the morning
Your ship will be sailing
Now that your father and sister are gone
There is no reason for you to linger
Grieving deeply but still moving on
You know the future is casting a shadow
No-one else sees it
But you know your fate
Packing your bags
Being slow and thorough
Knowing, though you're late
That ship is sure to wait
Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted but none of us would
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry Cassandra I didn't believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour
I watched her ship leaving harbour at sunrise
Sails almost slack in the cool morning rain
She stood on deck just a tiny figure
Rigid and restrained
Blue eyes filled with pain
Sorry Cassandra I misunderstood
Now the last day is dawning
Some of us wanted
But none of us would
Listen to words of warning
But on the darkest of nights
Nobody knew how to fight
And we were caught in our sleep
Sorry Cassandra I didn't believe
You really had the power
I only saw it as dreams you would weave
Until the final hour
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