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VERSE

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I am the only one, searching for 
 A
you,

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and if I get caught, then the 
     D
search is through

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and the stories you hear, you know 
they never add up

A                                 
I hear the natives fussin' at the 
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data chart,


be quiet the weather's on the night 
news...


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CHORUS

D            A              G   
     Antique homes, plastic 
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cones, stolen rims

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are they alloy or chrome,

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     Well Ive got style, miles and 
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miles,

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so much style that its wasted,

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     so much style that its wasted

D            E
     so much style that its 
waste--------

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2nd VERSE
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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'