[{"id":23255175,"name":"Matador (Strings)","trackName":"Matador (Strings)","artistName":"Luvcat","albumName":"Matador (Strings)","duration":226.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Here we are again at the Kazimier Garden\nUnderneath a slate sky\nYour stare is steely and your tongue is sharpened\nCan carve me like a steak knife\nWe used to share that stall and a pair of wine lips, hips pressed up against the wall\nYou know I tried my best to turn your black eyes hazel\nKiss away your cruelty\nI gladly got undressed, put all my cards on the table and by cards I mean me\nApple in mouth, then you left town\nRan after you until my legs gave out\nI came crawling in on all fours\nKnocking at your door\nKnocking at your door\nI don't wanna bleed anymore\nI just wanted love, you wanted gore\nYou're my matador\nHere we are again at the Kazimier Garden\nThe music is getting stranger\nYour cape is crimson and your waving it snarling\nThe air is full of danger\nI only wanted 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