[00:35.05]I am the only one searchin' for you
[00:43.13]And if I get caught
[00:47.16]Then the search is through
[00:52.70]And the stories you hear, you know they never add up
[00:57.34]I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
[01:02.46]Be quiet, the weather's on the night news
[01:07.10]Empty homes, plastic cones
[01:11.03]Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
[01:15.53]Well, I've got style
[01:17.83]Miles and miles
[01:19.66]So much style that it's wasted
[01:23.85]So much style that it's wasted
[01:27.69]So much style that it's wasted
[01:49.96]Now she's the only one who always inhales
[01:57.84]Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
[02:06.50]And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep
[02:10.46]They never will
[02:12.46]Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clawed hole
[02:16.49]Your cigarette cupped to the inside
[02:20.93]Empty homes, plastic cones
[02:24.72]Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
[02:29.27]Well, I've got style
[02:31.30]Miles and miles
[02:33.07]So much style that it's leavin'
[02:36.76]This pattern's torn and we're weavin'
[02:40.40]This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it