(Hon Vill Ha) Puls - Gyllene Tider

Med ögon klara som stjärnorna

Och doft ifrån syrenens land

Där i den sömn som staden sover

Hon går och väntar på sin chans

Hon smyger tätt intill och tar med sin hand

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Hon dansar hårt och tar emot

Ger tillbaka som i rus

Hjärtat tickar de snabbaste slag

Hjärnan skickar det starkaste ljus

Hon älskar att älska till sten blir till grus

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Fem grader kallt i vinternatten

Andedräkten blir en vit parfym

Vana klackar tar sina steg

Morgondan är anonym

Ett hjärta, en själ av rhythm 'n' blues

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Ett hjärta, en själ av rhythm 'n' blues

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With eyes as clear as the stars

And scent from the land of lilac

There in the sleep that the city sleeps

She goes and waits for her chance

She sneaks close and takes her hand

She wants a pulse

She wants a pulse

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She dances hard and receives

Gives back as if intoxicated

The heart beats the fastest beats

The brain sends the strongest light

She loves to love until stone turns to gravel

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Five degrees cold in the winter night

The breath becomes a white perfume

Accustomed heels take their steps

Morgondan is anonymous

A heart, a soul of rhythm 'n' blues

She wants a pulse

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A heart, a soul of rhythm 'n' blues

She wants a pulse

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She wants