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-->The Visitors I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly the panic takes me the sound so ominously tearing through the silence I cannot move I'm standing numb and frozen among the things I love so dearly the books, the paintings and the furniture help me The signal's sounding once again and someone tries the door-knob none of my friends would be so stupidly impatient and they don't care to come here anymore now but how I loved our secret meetings we talked and talked in quiet voices smiling Now I hear them moving muffled noises coming through the door I feel I'm crackin' up voices growing louder irritation building and I'm close to fainting crackin' up they must know by now I'm in here trembling in a terror evergrowing crackin' up my whole world is falling going crazy there is no escape now I'm crackin up These walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation and seen the hope of freedom glow in shining faces and now they've come to take me come to berak me and yet it isn't unexpected I've been waiting for these visitors help me Now I hear them comming ABBA THE VISITORS

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