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Arranged By: Benny Andersson
Baritone Saxophone:Jan Bengtson
Bass: Mats Englund(track: 6)
Choir: International School of Stockholm Choir
Clarinet: Pär Grebacken
Co-producer: Björn Ulvaeus
Coordinator: Görel Hanser
Design: Baillie Walsh
Drums: Per Lindvall
Engineer: Bernard Löhr, Linn Fijal, Vilma Colling
Flute: Jan Bengtson
Guitar: Lasse Jonsson, Lasse Wellander
Harp: Margareta Bengtson
Mastered By: Björn Engelmann
Mixed By: Benny Andersson, Bernard Löhr
Music Director: Kimberly Akester
Musical Assistance: Anneli Thompson
Percussion: Per Lindvall
Piano: Benny Andersson
Producer: Benny Andersson
Programmed By: Bernard Löhr
Recorder: Pär Grebacken
Synthesizer: Benny Andersson
Tenor Saxophone: Pär Grebacken
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A while ago I heard the sound of children¡¯s laughter
Now it¡¯s quiet, so I guess they left the park
This wooden bench is getting harder by the hour
The sun is going down, it¡¯s getting dark
I realize I¡¯m cold
The rain begins to pour
As I watch the windows on the second floor
The lights are on, it¡¯s time to go
It¡¯s time at last to let him know
I believe it would be fair to say, You look bewildered
And you wonder why I¡¯m here today
And so you should I would
When I left, I felt I¡¯d had enough
But in the shape and form I appear now
I have learned to cope and love and hope is why I am here now
And now you see another me, I¡¯ve been reloaded
I¡¯m fired up, Don¡¯t shut me down
I¡¯m like a dream within a dream that¡¯s been decoded
I¡¯m fired up, I¡¯m hot, Don¡¯t shut me down
I¡¯m not the one you knew, I¡¯m now and then combined
And I¡¯m asking you to have an open mind (and I won¡¯t be the same)
I¡¯m not the same this time around
I¡¯m fired up, Don¡¯t shut me down
Will you leave me standing in the hall or let me enter?
The apartment hasn¡¯t changed at all I got to say I¡¯m glad
Once these rooms were witness to our love
My tantrums and increasing frustration
But I go from mad, to not so bad in my transformation
You asked me not to leave
Well here I am again
And I love you still and so I won¡¯t pretend
I have learned to cope and love and hope is why I am here now
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