Letra de Summer of '93
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Will you sell your shirt to me?
I saw them with Sonic Youth in the summer of '93
The singer spit while he screamed...
I saw them with Sonic Youth in the summer of '93
The singer spit while he screamed...
With broken cowboy boots wrapped around his crooked feet
Will you sell your shirt to me?
I don't care that you cut off both the sleeves
The guitar was angry...
As a lonely diseased porcupine in heat
Hey Amarillo...
Hey Amarillo...
Will you sell your shirt to me?
I don't care that you cut off both the sleeves
The guitar was angry...
As a lonely diseased porcupine in heat
Hey Amarillo...
Hey Amarillo...
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