ABBA

I don't wanna talk about the things we've gone through. Though it's hurting me, now it's history. I've played all my cards and that's what you've done too. Nothing more to say, no more ace to play. I was in your arms, thinking I belonged there, I figured it made sense, building me a fence, building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there. But I was a fool, playing by the rules.

The winner takes it all!