The Suburbs

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In the suburbs, I.....I learned to drive,

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And you told me we’d never survive,...grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving

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You always seemed so sure,...that one day we’d be fighting

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In a suburban war,...your part of town against mine

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I saw you standing on the opposite shore,...but by the time the first bombs fell

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We were already bored,...we were already, already bored

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Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling

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Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling again

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The kids wanna be so hard,...but in my dreams we’re still screaming

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And running through the yard,...when all of the walls that they built in the

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Seventies finally fall,...and all of the houses they built in the

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Seventies finally fall,...meant nothing at all, meant nothing at all, it meant nothing

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Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling

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Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling and into the night

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So can you understand,w....why I want a daughter while I’m still young?

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I want to hold her hand, and show her some beauty

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Before all this damage is done,...but if it’s too much to ask

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If it’s too much to ask,....then send me a son....

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Under the overpass.....in the parking lot we’re still waiting

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It’s already passed,.....so move your feet from hot pavement

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And into the grass,....cause it’s already past, it’s already, already past

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Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling

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Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling again

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I’m moving past the feeling again

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I’m moving past the feeling again

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     In my dreams we’re still screaming

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We’re still screaming

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We’re still screaming

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