Slipping through my fingers
G Gm D F#m
1. Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning,
G Gm D
F#m
waving
goodbye with an absent-minded smile.
G Gm
D F#m
I watch her go with a surge of
that well-known sadness,
G A
D
and I
have to sit down for a while.
G A
D
- F#
The feeling that I'm loosing
her forever,
G A
D
and
without really entering her world,
G A D A D
I'm glad whenever I can share
her laughter, that funny little girl.
G D
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
F#m Em D
I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it,
A D
slipping through my fingers all the
time,
G D
Do I really see what's in her mind ?
F#m Em D
Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing,
A D
slipping through my fingers all the
time.
G
Gm D F#m
2. Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table,
G
Gm D F#m
barely
awake I let precious time go by.
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F#m
Then when she's gone there's
that odd melancholy feeling,
G A D
and a
sense of guilt I can't deny.
G A
D - F#
What happened to the wonderful
adventures,
G A
D
the
places I had planned for us to go.
(slipping
through my fingers all the time)
G A D
Well, some of that we did, but
most we didn't,
A D
and
why I just don't know.
G D
Slipping through my fingers all the time,
F#m Em D
I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it,
A D
slipping through my fingers all the
time,
G D
Do I really see what's in her mind ?
F#m Em D
Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing,
A D
slipping through my fingers all the
time.
G A D - F#
+ Sometimes I wish that I
could freeze the picture,
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and
save it from the funny tricks of time.
+ instrumental = CHORUS
(last line sung !)
G Gm D F#m
3. Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning,
G
Gm D F#m
waving
goodbye with an absent-minded smile.
(orig.
= capo 3rd) (Abba)