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Pavement - Fame Throwa
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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] Hes one of our nations spies Hes one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs Hes one of our first recruits How can you know? In the distance lies a grower, Ne 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. Hes one of our nations spies Hes one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs Hes one of our first recruits
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