Standard (EADGBE)

Intro part

Verse

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...

Chorus

Antique homes, plastic cones, stolen rims

are they alloy or chrome,

Well Ive got style, miles and miles,

so much style that its wasted,

so much style that its wasted

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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'