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Pavement - Fame Throwa lyrics
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? 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. 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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