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VERSE
RE LA
I am the only one, searching for you,
SOL RE
and if I get caught, then the search is through
RE
and the stories you hear, you know they never add up
LA SOL
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart,
be quiet the weather's on the night news...
CHORUS
RE LA SOL MI
Antique homes, plastic cones, stolen rims
RE
are they alloy or chrome,
RE LA SOL
Well Ive got style, miles and miles,
MI
so much style that its wasted,
RE MI
so much style that its wasted
RE MI
so much style that its waste--------
SOL MI
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2nd VERSE
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 ive got style, miles and miles
So much style that its leavin
It's pattern's torn and we're weavin'
This battle's torn and we're weavin'
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