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Pavement
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Fame Throwa (Live Brixton Academy, London, Dec. 14, 1992)
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 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? in the distance lies a grower, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com n閑 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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