Lover, I don't play to win but for the thrill until I'm spent
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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I threw flowers in your face on my sister's wedding day
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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You showed up with a black eye looking to go start a fight
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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Playboys under the mattress like I wouldn't notice
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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What do I share?
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What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep?
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Desperate don't look good on you neither does your virtue
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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Good souls have borne better sons, better souls borne worse ones
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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What do I share?
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What do I keep from all the strangers who sleep where I sleep?
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You show up with a black eye looking to finish a fight
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And lover I don't play to win but for the thrill until I'm spent
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Paint the black hole blacker, paint the black hole blacker
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The Strangers
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| St. Vincent |
