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| Pavement - Fame Throwa Lyrics: | ||
Fame throwa pass out the gold, the diamond 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 kids are sick-end wars "One of the nation's spies. One of our first recruits. Click with her leather thighs One of our first recruits." How can you know? In the distance lies A grower, nee rode off, king fame throwa Son of groupie, red-worn sexan: spent his Cash convincing us that the desert was A starscape and sold our lives for a Satellite so we could cry: "Naked, naked foul" (sic) View more Pavement Song Lyrics: Pavement - Saganaw Lyrics Pavement - Heaven Is A Truck Lyrics Pavement - Rattled By The Rush Lyrics Pavement - In The Mouth A Desert Lyrics Pavement - No Tan Lines Lyrics Pavement - Brinx Job Lyrics Pavement - Lions (Linden) Lyrics Pavement - Gangsters And Pranksters Lyrics Pavement - Perfect Depth Lyrics Pavement - Blue Hawaiian Lyrics |
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