Pavement - Gold Soundz Lyrics
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Gold Soundz
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What Are The Lyrics For Gold Soundz By Pavement?
Go back to those gold soundz
And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central, so essential, It has a nice ring when you laugh At the low life opinions And they're coming to the chorus now I keep your address to myself 'Cause we need secrets We need secrets crets crets crets crets crets Back right now Because I never want to make you feel That you're social Never ignorant soul Believe in what you want to do And do you think that is a major flaw When they rise up in the falling rain And if you stay around With your knuckles ground down The trial's over, weapon's found Keep my address to myself because it's secret 'Cause it's secret cret cret cret Cret cret cret cret cret Cret cret cret cret cret Back right now So drunk in the August sun And you're the kind of girl I like Because you're empty and I'm empty And you can never quarantine the past Did you remember in December That I won't eat you when I'm gone And if I go there, I won't stay there Because I'm sitting here too long I've been sitting here too long And I've been wasted Advocating that Word for the last word Last words come up All you've got to waste |
Who Wrote Gold Soundz By Pavement?
Stephen Malkmus
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What's The Duration Of The Gold Soundz By Pavement?The duration of Gold Soundz is 2:41 minutes and seconds. |
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