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    Manic Street Preachers Nostalgic Pushead текст песни

    Nostalgic Pushead

    I am the raping sunglass gaze
    Of sweating man and escort agencies
    60′s alienation the anthem of care
    Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids
    Slavery to the beat
    Slavery to the chord
    Slavery to the pleasure
    Slavery to the god
    Slavery to the beat
    Slavery to the chord
    Slavery to the pleasure
    Slavery to the god
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    Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on c.d
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    Slavery to the beat
    Slavery to the chord
    Slavery to the pleasure
    Slavery to the god
    Slavery to the beat
    Slavery to the chord
    Slavery to the pleasure
    Slavery to the god
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    My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier
    My cheeks blood red as my favourite port
    But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay
    Slavery to the beat
    Slavery to the chord
    Slavery to the pleasure
    Slavery to the god
    Slavery to the beat
    Slavery to the chord
    Slavery to the pleasure
    Slavery to the god
    Some god



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