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Stop running, lover, donât you know that youâre mine?
stop worrying, oh, you know itâs probably the wine
Iâm gonna buy us a house on the edge of a city
or youâre the owner of twenty kroner we bet
I wanna raise you, I wanna raise you, I wanna raise you
Therese
Stop dreaming, lover, donât you know that Iâm kidding
stop worrying, no, Iâm the one whoâs missing out
Iâve got a bias to a certain version of pity
but youâre a vision through my vignetted retrospect
that is, I paraphrase you, I paraphrase you, I paraphrase you
Traces of you showed up on the train
on the way to Copenhagen
Berlin tattooed a setlist of songs
we had played, but wait a second
what have we here?
could this be your name thatâs written in it?
Lady Maybe, and the Prince of Mumbling
Lady Maybe, and the Prince of Mumbling
Lady, when youâre bored of being so ahead of my time
Iâd board a flight to Trondheim, Iâd bored a flight to Trondheim
Iâd board a flight
I keep thinking that everything will fall into place
I got ink done and now I canât just wash you away
itâs too bad that your name isnât even that pretty
I never meant to really let you under my skin
but now, I canât erase you, I canât erase you, I canât erase you
Therese