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                                                                                                                                                                                                       Alexanders Sorte Bånd
                                                                                                                                           Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                                      Nu er det tid å si farvel
                                                                                                      hold ho'det højt, pas på dig selv
                                                                                                      Pas på de minder vi to har
                                                                                                      de sidste spor af no'et der var

                                                                                                      Jeg tar afsted herfra i dag
                                                                                                      ikke af trods ikke af nag
                                                                                                      Vi er her for at slutte fred
                                                                                                      min skæbne venter mig et sted

                                                                                                      Jeg går til mit du går til dit
                                                                                                       og ingen tårer ingen ord
                                                                                                       vil ku holde os tilbage -
                                                                                                       tiden har spillet os et puds
                                                                                                       men vi sagde Ja til dette spil
                                                                                                       så lad os ikke være svage

                                                                                                       De kalder på dig indefra
                                                                                                       lad ingen se de gamle ar
                                                                                                       dengang vi valgte hver sin vej
                                                                                                       blev svaret lagt i dig og mig

                                                                                                       Ka' du se solen gennem regnen
                                                                                                       Alexanders Sorte Bånd
                                                                                                       der holder sammen på to buer ?
                                                                                                       så kort er regnbuernes elskov
                                                                                                       hvad forlanger vi af livet
                                                                                                       mere skønhed end vi bruger ?

                                                                                                       I morgen er et andet land
                                                                                                       i går er fodspor sat i sand
                                                                                                       vi kører til vi blir sat af
                                                                                                       Jeg vil sige tak for denne dag

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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