It’s a cover of Chris Isaak’s Wicked Game and it’s something totally different from the original. Pipilotti’s voice is haunting and when she starts to break down it feels very real. Girl is a victim of that song and you can hear it.

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I’m walking alone in dark, cold, snowy weather on the streets of some Eastern European city letting my entire body feel the intensity of all the world’s sorrow when I hear this song. Not to be dramatic.
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