| | Frontwards Lyrics Artist(Band):Pavement
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 Empty homes, plastic cones Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? Well, I've got style Miles and miles So much style that it's wasted So much style that it's wasted So much style that it's wasted Now 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 crumblin' like a dirt clawed hole Your cigarette cupped to the inside Empty homes, plastic cones Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome? Well, I've got style Miles and miles So much style that it's leavin' This pattern's torn and we're weavin' This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it If you find some error in Frontwards Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Frontwards The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Pavement" Music | | ||||||||||||
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