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You, I’ve come to know you well
how you stand at the bottom of my stairs,
watch my every step,
I love you, now, I love you - and then?
Sometimes, I send you off to hell
every bit unfair, and I’m aware,
“But baby, I want you so bad,”
we’d cry in airport chairs.
Another flight, another flight,
another time - change of city, change of minds,
I’ll love you another night,
just look at you, what a sight.
You, I’ve come to know you well
every bit here and there, every little care,
and I love you, but every now and then
there’s times, I don’t want to be your girl,
it’s then I want another man,
“But baby, I want you so bad,”
we’d cry in airport chairs.
Another flight, another flight -
another time, change of city, change of minds
I’ll love you another night,
just look at you, what a sight.
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Clown
04:12
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The night saw the candles
the evening, dry
She holds her dreams so tight
but we are not asleep.
The mouse, called by the cat
got out of its bed
and on a tiny square,
in a small town
they heard each other out.
This is how you wear your crown
They'll all fall down
once they've found out, what you can
do with your charms,
"Oh my darling, 'course I know, you're right
oh, and have a good night,”
yeah, have a good night.
The night saw the candles
the evening, dry
Oh, and all she dreams of, beneath us
I hope I'll never feel.
This is how we all fell down -
our beloved clown -
once we'd found out, there's not
much you see harm in,
“Oh my darling, you too,
shine so bright,”
Oh, the silver lining
on this doomed night.
Oh, and I stand by
Wishing you drew the line here
but I'm just a friend
and even to me, you lie.
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Master
01:53
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Master of all promises
of sticks and stones, of skin and bones
Master of all, all I know
will you show me how, how to grow?
Master of all, all there is
of kings and queens, beggars and thieves
Master, can you set me free
from all my frowns, all my faults?
I wrote a letter, to the man
of all I know, the strongest hand
I wrote a letter, in which I ask
on the edge I dance, will you tell me where I’ll land?
Master of all, worst and best
of win and loss, more and less
Master, if I trip and fall
should I be scared, you’ll think of me less?
I wrote a letter, to the man
of all I know, the strongest hand
I wrote a letter, in which I ask
on the edge I dance, tell me where I’ll land?
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Tomorrow
02:47
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Baby--
I hear you laugh once more,
I might forget.
You’ve got to go,
got a plane to board,
headed home.
But baby--
promise me,
you'll love me as though
you didn't go,
I'll still be here
tomorrow.
Baby--
I hear you laugh once more,
I might forget.
You’ve got to go,
got a plane to board, be with me
no more.
But baby,
promise me
you'll love me as though
you didn't go,
and be with me
tomorrow.
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Three Times
02:39
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Wait, wait for me there
on the bottom of your glass.
Wait, wait for me there
almost guilty we are.
And I, hold your baby face
under the stars,
in a sweet embrace
we go too far.
We're losing grace,
three times will be enough.
Wait, wait for me there
on the bottom of your glass.
Wait, wait for me there
almost guilty, we are.
And you never think of me -
thank god, you don't.
All this could maybe be
less obscene, less unheard of -
if I took you seriously.
We hurt them,
we hurt them, we hurt them
we hurt them and we know,
but we continue like we don't.
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Take
03:21
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Take, from my eyes
this blindness, that made me too kind,
I want to live a life
without you in sight.
Take, from my mind
my you, and all your lies,
it’s the only place you still reside.
It’s been a while now, I think that I just might..
And it seems only right
to take, from your life,
your me, your shot at meaning.
Let’s get you hurt--
let’s get you hurt.
‘Cause you make me feel like it will always be tonight.
What if this never goes by, if you never get what you deserve?
Then still I’ll live on, with you on Earth,
I just need to learn, that to want you, would be absurd
that no one was home here
and that’s the best news, I’ve ever heard.
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Maud Scheltinga Berlin, Germany
Over the past couple of years, Maud has interpreted and re-interpreted the world around her by means of her songs, which act
as short stories. Listening to her music feels like listening to a bookshop owner taking different (but equally beloved) books off the shelf and dazzling you with short and direct anecdotes that offer you a peek inside.
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