Frontwards-Los Campesinos!

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[00:00.00]Frontwards - Los Campesinos!
[00:26.17]I am the only one
[00:28.76]Searching for you
[00:31.72]And if I get caught
[00:34.52]Well, then the search is through
[00:39.28]And the stories you hear
[00:40.42]You know they never add up
[00:42.06]I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
[00:44.70]Be quiet, the weather's on the night news
[00:48.07]Empty homes, plastic combs
[00:51.56]Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
[00:55.77]I've got style
[00:57.46]Miles and miles
[00:58.10]So much style that it's wasting
[01:00.59]So much style that it's wasting
[01:03.75]So much style that it's wasting
[01:21.76]Now, she's the only one
[01:24.02]Who always inhales
[01:26.83]Paris is stale
[01:29.47]And it's war if we fail
[01:33.28]And in the migrant hotels
[01:35.63]They never sleep, they never will
[01:37.24]Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt-clod hold
[01:40.38]Your cigarette cuts to the inside
[01:41.94]Empty homes, plastic combs
[01:46.64]Stolen rooms are the alloy of chrome
[01:49.82]I've got style
[01:51.15]Miles and miles
[01:52.38]So much style that it's leaving
[01:55.47]This pattern's torn and we're weaving
[01:58.44]This pattern's torn and we'll weave it