S.O.S.
S.O.S.
When I was just a kid I thought everyone was true, how 'bout you?
I'd stand up in school with a hand in my heart - how true, through and through.
And there goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.,
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
All of my days were spent listening to those around me, what they'd say,
I was taking it in and they were dishing it out, always right - what could I say?
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
I was send to Sunday School and we all learned the golden rule,
Teacher thought we were all real sweet; the kids in the class, we swept her off her feet,
But that was in another time, before confusion has ripped my mind.
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
Ideas here and questions over there, like the leaves in the trees: everywhere,
Climb up in one, and what have you done? - It really doesn't get you anywhere.
And there goes someone... someone with a S.O.S.
There goes someone... someone with a S.O.S.
Years have passed, and lots of things have bounced between me heart and brain,
From army green to down in the drain; no place to go and half insane,
Like the clouds that are full of rain, Jesus came down and spoke my name.
No more alarm because I see you,
No more alarm because I see you,
No more alarm, no more S.O.S.
No more alarm, no more S.O.S.
No more alarm because...
When I was just a kid I thought everyone was true, how 'bout you?
I'd stand up in school with a hand in my heart - how true, through and through.
And there goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.,
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
All of my days were spent listening to those around me, what they'd say,
I was taking it in and they were dishing it out, always right - what could I say?
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
I was send to Sunday School and we all learned the golden rule,
Teacher thought we were all real sweet; the kids in the class, we swept her off her feet,
But that was in another time, before confusion has ripped my mind.
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
There goes a kid... a kid with a S.O.S.
Ideas here and questions over there, like the leaves in the trees: everywhere,
Climb up in one, and what have you done? - It really doesn't get you anywhere.
And there goes someone... someone with a S.O.S.
There goes someone... someone with a S.O.S.
Years have passed, and lots of things have bounced between me heart and brain,
From army green to down in the drain; no place to go and half insane,
Like the clouds that are full of rain, Jesus came down and spoke my name.
No more alarm because I see you,
No more alarm because I see you,
No more alarm, no more S.O.S.
No more alarm, no more S.O.S.
No more alarm because...
Credits
Writer(s): Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus, Stig Erik Leopold Anderson
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