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The Strangers

St. Vincent


Lover, I don't play to win

But for the thrill until I'm spent

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker



I threw flowers in your face

On my sister's wedding day

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker



You show up with a black eye

Looking to go start a fight

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker



Playboys under the mattress

Like I wouldn't notice

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker



What do I share

What do I keep

From all the strangers who sleep where I sleep



Desperate don't look good on you

Neither does your virtue

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker



Good souls have born better sons

Better souls born worse ones

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker



What do I share

What do I keep

From all the strangers who sleep where I sleep



You show up with a black eye

Looking to finish a fight



But lover I don't play to win

But for the thrill until I'm spent

Paint the black hole blacker

Paint the black hole blacker






Mais tocadas

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