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Pavement
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Fame Throwa
Fame throwa pass out the gold, The diamon watch the last reward, All the things we had before You sold us out and took it all Head-borne cries from zenith sluts Astral rites from dead-end ruts These ends are sickened wars [x2]
He's one of our nation's spies He's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs He's one of our first recruits
How can you know? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In the distance lies a grower, N嶪 rudolph, king fame throwa, Son of groupie, bed-worn sexan Spent his cash convincing us That the desert was a starscape Took our lives for satellites so we could cry: Naked, naked, foul.
He's one of our nation's spies He's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs He's one of our first recruits
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