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[ti:Fame Throwa (Live Brixton 1992)] |
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[ar:Pavement] |
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[al:The Secret History, Vol. 1] |
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Fame throwa pass out the gold |
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The diamon watch the last reward |
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All the things we had before |
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You sold us out and took it all |
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Head-borne cries from zenith sluts |
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Astral rites from dead-end ruts |
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These ends are sick-end wars |
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These ends was sick-end wars |
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He's one of our nation's spies |
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He's one of our first recruits |
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I click with her leather thighs |
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He's one of our first recruits |
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How can you know |
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In the distance lies a grower |
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Na-a rudolph |
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King fame throwa |
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Son of groupie |
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Bed-worn sexan |
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Spent his cash convincing us |
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That the desert was a starscape |
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Took our lives for satellites |
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So we could cry |
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He's one of our nation's spies |
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He's one of our first recruits |
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I click with her leather thighs |
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He's one of our first recruits |
