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Run
03:59
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Something’s the matter
You’re in a spell
I don’t understand and baby you won’t tell
Who can save you from this hell?
When daddy’s money ain't doing well
Cross your legs, swallow words
It’s not so bad, baby it could be worse
Run a mile so it won’t hurt
It’s harder to smile than remove your skirt
Run, oh run, oh run, run
Lightning crash, a moment's flash, say it's done, overcome
They’ve seen you walking through the night
Tried all the guys, hope one works out right
Who knows when the end will come for you
There’s no turning back, whatever you do
Something’s the matter
You’re in a spell
I don’t understand and baby you won’t tell
Who can save you from this hell?
When daddy’s money ain't doing well
Oh run, oh run, oh run, run
Lightning crash, a moment's flash, say it's done, overcome
Set yourself free
You're the only one you need
Set your self free
travel light speed
Set your self free
You're the only one you need
Set your self free
travel light speed
Leave before the sun rises
This time there are no more compromises
The moon sets new horizons
Lightning crash, a moment's flash, say it's done, overcome
Lightning crash, a moment's flash, say it's done, overcome
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Strangers
04:09
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Faces blur but you’re in sight
We’re both alone here in the night
Shadows trace your frame
Beginning at the end
Climbing what seems to descend
Blowing out the flame
You don’t have to compare
Lay on me and stare
I’m not after your heart
Strangers in the night ohhh
It’s never been more right
Then here my love with you again
Strangers in the night ohhh
It’s never felt more right
Then here my love with you again with you again
Swinging round the corner
Feeling like a foreigner
Calling out my name
I can hear you coming
From the window humming
Visiting in vain
You don’t have to compare
Lay on me caress my hair
I’m not searching for love
Strangers in the night ohhh
It’s never been more right
Then here my love with you again with you again
with you again with you again
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Monica Lionheart New York, New York
Singer-songwriter Monica Lionheart layers her frosty voice over wafts of electronica and strings in a manner that suggests
dry ice—and lots of it—plus Sigur Rós, and early Cure records interpreted by a tropicalia singer. It’s gorgeous stuff, in other words. - Time Out Magazine
Get familiar with the singer with the gorgeous locks and vivid storytelling. -Latina Magazine
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