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Correct Fame Throwa Lyrics
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Correct Fame Throwa
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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 s***s Astral rites from dead-end ruts These ends are sick-end wars These ends was sick-end wars It's one of our nation's spies It's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs It's one of our first recruits How can you know In the distance lies a grower Nee roudolph king of fame throwa Son of groupie, red-worn sexan Spent his cash convincing us That the desert was a starscape And took our lives for a Satellite so we could cry Naked, naked foul It's one of our nation's spies It's one of our first recruits I click with her leather thighs It's one of our first recruits
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