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I am the only one,
searching for you,
and if i get caught,
then the search is through
and the stories you hear,
you know they never add up
i hear the natives fussin'
at the data chart,
be quiet
the weather's on the night news...
Antique homes,
plastic cones,
stolen rims
are they alloy or chrome?
well i've got style,
miles and miles,
so much style
that it's wasted,
so much style
that it's wasted
so much style
that its waste---------ed
she's the only one,
who always inhales
paris is stale
and it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels,
they never sleep,
they never will
their souls are crumbling
like a dirt clod
hold, your cigarette cuts
to the inside
Antique homes,
plastic cones,
stolen rims,
are they alloy or chrome?
well i've got style,
miles and miles
so much style
that it's leavin'
it's pattern's torn
and we're weavin'
this battle's torn
and we're weavin'
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I am the only one, searching for you, and if i get caught, then the search is through and the stories you hear, you know they never add up i hear the natives fussin' at the data chart, be quiet the weather's on the night news... Antique homes, plastic cones, stolen rims are they alloy or chrome? well i've got style, miles and miles, so much style that it's wasted, so much style that it's wasted so much style that its waste---------ed she's the only one, who always inhales paris is stale and it's war if we fail And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep, they never will their souls are crumbling like a dirt clod hold, your cigarette cuts to the inside Antique homes, plastic cones, stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? well i've got style, miles and miles so much style that it's leavin' it's pattern's torn and we're weavin' this battle's torn and we're weavin'
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