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Gold Lamé

from Gold Lamé [SINGLE] by Sunday Guts

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Running out of what to say
Running out and wonder why I'm floored
and being ignored

Running out on one warm day
Running out and wonder wearing velour
But, I only hold doors for friends

I CAME RIGHT FROM THE FENWAY
TO YOUR APARTMENT ON CHARLESGATE
CUZ THEY CLOSED THE CONSERVATORY
I AM PLAGUED

WHO WAS LOOKING MY WAY
DRESSED IN GOLD LAMé WITH THAT
BLACK BAG TELECASTER
WHO WRITING PLAYS
CAN WE COLLABORATE?

Furniture's not even made for two
but that's what got her attention, Hey Jude
She's looking out for who shares a room
Got me to turn around too late
Everything is so difficult without game
and an inhibited brain

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While I go
Let me just say one thing
Maybe you'd rather not sing
Get on the green line wiff me

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from Gold Lamé [SINGLE], released February 9, 2015
All Y'All

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