…and it’s war if we fail

LOST Season 5 Finale and some great reviews have this song stuck in my head. Consider my mind fully expanded.
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
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