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                                                                                                                                        Det Var Natten Der Tog Os

                                                                                                                                                   Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                                 Alarmklokker ringer i ørene hele natten
                                                                                                 som om virkeligheden er i telefonen men ingen vil ta den
                                                                                                 vi blev fanget af noget der lignede ren magi
                                                                                                 som at være i et mareridt der aldrig er forbi

                                                                                                 Det var natten der tog os
                                                                                                 før vi fik fortrudt
                                                                                                 det var natten der tog os
                                                                                                 før fortryllelsen blev brudt
                                                                                                 det var natten der tog os

                                                                                                 Ønskerne flagrede rundt som syge fugle
                                                                                                 der var én der blev såret af en vildfaren kugle
                                                                                                 en vanvittig nat på retræte er aldrig nem
                                                                                                 tavsheden bær de knuste drømme hjem

                                                                                                 Det var natten der tog os
                                                                                                 før vi fik fortrudt
                                                                                                 det var natten der tog os
                                                                                                 før fortryllelsen blev brudt
                                                                                                 det var natten der tog os