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                                                                                                                                 Måske En Nat

                                                                                                                                Ord & musik: Tom Lundén

                                                                                               Jeg slukker for radioen
                                                                                               og lægger mig ned
                                                                                               jeg er træt af at lytte til UPI
                                                                                               og alle de forpulede løgne -
                                                                                               jeg tar telefonen og ringer til dig:
                                                                                               hej honey drop det TV
                                                                                               og lad mig se i dine øjne.

                                                                                               Din stemme er sløret
                                                                                               du taler som én
                                                                                               der er faret vild i mørke gange, du sir:
                                                                                               skat prøv at forstå
                                                                                               jeg er bare skidebange
                                                                                               jeg så på alt deres isenkram
                                                                                               på alle de fandens raketter
                                                                                               og jeg har drømt om dem
                                                                                               de sidste mange nætter.

                                                                                               Jamen så kom til mig nu
                                                                                               så kom til mig nu
                                                                                               så kom til mig og slå dig ned
                                                                                               vi har måske en nat
                                                                                               vi har måske en dag
                                                                                               hvor vi kan nå at lege fred.

                                                                                               Jeg tar en taxa til Østerbro
                                                                                               der er vist noget om snakken, jeg sir:
                                                                                               chauffør gå hjem og drik det hele op
                                                                                               før du får verden i nakken.
                                                                                               Og du, du står og venter på mig
                                                                                               med kaffe og åbne arme
                                                                                               det er så koldt udenfor
                                                                                               men hos dig er der varme.

                                                                                               Jamen så kom til mig nu
                                                                                               så kom til mig nu
                                                                                               så kom til mig og slå dig ned
                                                                                               vi har måske en nat
                                                                                               vi har måske en dag
                                                                                               hvor vi kan nå at lege fred.