#2983

[sleepsucks]

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: February 14, 1977

Lyrics:

No more carefree laughter

Silence ever after

Walking through an empty house

Tears in my eyes

Here is where the story ends

This is goodbye

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-ha)

There is nothing we can do

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-ha)

We just have to face it this time (this time, this time)

We′re through (this time, this time we're really through)

Breaking up is never easy, I know

But I have (I have to go) to go (this time I have to go, this time I know)

Knowing me, knowing you

It′s the best I can do

Memories (memories)

Good days (good days)

Bad days (bad days)

They'll be (they'll be)

With me (with me)

Always (always)

In these old familiar rooms

Children would play

Now there′s only emptiness

Nothing to say

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-ha)

There is nothing we can do

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-ha)

We just have to face it this time (this time, this time)

We′re through (this time, this time we're really through)

Breaking up is never easy, I know

But I have (I have to go) to go (this time I have to go, this time I know)

Knowing me, knowing you

It′s the best I can do

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-ha)

There is nothing we can do

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-ha)

We just have to face it this time (this time, this time)

We're through (this time, this time we′re really through)

Songwriter:

Breaking up is never easy, I know

But I have (I have to go) to go (this time I have to go, this time I know)

Knowing me, knowing you

It's the best I can do

Benny Goran Bror Andersson / Bjoern K. Ulvaeus / Stig Erik Leopold Anderson

SongFacts:

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[harveyphotography]

E’ al tramonto, quando la luce colora il cielo sopra Piazza del Campo, che la conchiglia rosa della piazza si apre e mostra i suoi segreti più sorprendenti.

[manoelt-finisterrae]

pinga de tempo

@henricoudoux:  ...un jour de pluie du ploc d’une réplique d’une joute verbale jetée à l’ancre amarrée de la jetée du bout du monde à l’aube de l’air du temps du tic tac de mes cliques et de mes claques d’un brouillard à couper le souffle de la mer déchaînée sur les vagues qui se répètent en écho, en écho, en écho… J’essuie les gouttes que gouttes.

Laetitia Sioen

© Manoel T, 2022

[gr8writingtips]

writing tip #2983:

write

[tylerknott]

Typewriter Series #2983 by Tyler Knott Gregson . The beginning was the end, we won’t know til we’re back there, back in the dark. . First light was a death, the finale of what we knew of safe. . Ghosts now, but we won’t know til it’s all dark and soft again. . Life is a haunting, we were made for shadow. . We won’t know this until it’s rayless and unlit, the beginning and the end are womb. . -Tyler Knott Gregson- (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAtucnAF5Ho/?igshid=1rhduabxmjs66

[santiagonex]

[thesamephotoofjohnandmishadaily]

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