ABBA : (Isolated Vocal) Slipping Through My Fingers - HQ

Agnetha and Frida’s Isolated Vocals here (HQ) Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness And I have to sit down for a while The feeling that I’m losing her forever And without really entering her world I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what’s in her mind Each time I think I’m close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time Sleep in our eyes Her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by Then when she’s gone There’s that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I can’t deny What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go (Sli