The Suburbs

Intro: D Bm F# A
 
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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
 
Chorus:
D            Bm               F#           E
 Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling
D            Bm               F#           E                D     Bm F# A
 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
 
Chorus:
D            Bm               F#           E
 Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling
D            Bm               F#           E                     D       Bm F# A
 Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling and into the night
 
 
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 So can you understand,     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
 
Chorus:
D            Bm               F#           E
 Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling
D            Bm               F#           E                D     Bm
 Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling again
 
F#           E                D     Bm
 I’m moving past the feeling again
F#           E                D     Bm
 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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