Saint Vincent (Annie Clark) - The Strangers | Текст песни

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• Saint Vincent (Annie Clark)
• The Strangers

Lover, I don't play to win
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 sisters wedding day
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

You showed up with a black eye
Looking to start a fight
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker
Playboys under your 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 more better sons
Better sons were worse once
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

What do I share?
What do I keep from all the stranger
Who sleep where I sleep

You showed up with a black eye
Looking to finish a fight
Lover I don't play to win
For the thrill until I'm spent
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker

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