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[00:26.02]I am the only one searchin' for you
[00:42.77]And if I get caught
[00:46.81]Then the search is through
[00:52.43]And the stories you hear, you know they never add up
[00:56.82]I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
[01:02.23]Be quiet, the weather's on the night news
[01:06.82]Empty homes, plastic cones
[01:10.84]Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
[01:15.08]Well, I've got style
[01:17.10]Miles and miles
[01:19.38]So much style that it's wastin'
[01:23.38]So much style and it's wasted
[01:27.55]So much style and it's wasted
[01:49.84]Now she's the only one who always inhales
[01:57.29]Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
[02:06.24]And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep
[02:09.91]They never will
[02:11.89]Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clod
[02:15.36]Hold- your cigarette cuts to the inside
[02:19.92]Empty homes, plastic cones
[02:24.33]Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
[02:28.24]Well, I've got style
[02:30.28]Miles and miles
[02:32.44]So much style that it's leavin'
[02:35.98]This pattern's torn and we're weavin'
[02:40.14]This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it
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