The Suburbs

Intro: Bb   Gm   D   D   F



       Bb                   Gm
    ||-----0---------0----|-----0---------0----|
    ||-----1---------1----|-----1---------1----|
    ||0----0--0-0--0-0--0-|2----2--2-2--2-2--0-|
    ||2----2--2-2--2-2--0-|2----2--2-2--2-2--0-|
    ||3----3--3-3--3-3--0-|0----0--0-0--0-0--0-|
    ||3----3--3-3--3-3--0-|------------------0-|

       D                    D         F
     |-----0---------0----|-----0----3----3----||
     |-----0---------0----|-----0----0----0----||
     |1----1--1-1--1-1--1-|1----1--0-0--0-0--0-||
     |2----2--2-2--2-2--2-|2----2--0-0--0-0--0-||
     |2----2--2-2--2-2--2-|2----2--0-x--x-x--0-||
     |0----0--0-0--0-0--0-|0----0--0-3--3-3--0-||

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 In the suburbs, I
 I learned to drive
 And they told me we'd never survive
 Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
 You always seemed so sure
 That one day we'd fight in
 In a suburban world
 Your part of town gets minor
 So you're standing on the opposite shore
 But by the time the first bombs fell
 We were already bored
 We were already, already bored

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

 Kids wanna be so hard
 But in my dreams we're still screaming and running through the yard
 And all of the walls that they built in the seventies finally fall
 And all of the houses they build in the seventies finally fall
 Meant nothing at all
 Meant nothing at all
 It meant nothing

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

 So can you understand?
 Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
 I wanna hold her hand
 And show her some beauty
 Before all this damage is done
 But if that's too much to ask, it's too much to ask
 Then send me a son

 Under the overpass
 In the parking lot we're still waiting
 It's already passed
 So move your feet from hot pavement and onto the grass
 Cause it's already passed
 It's already, already passed

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

    I'm moving past the feeling
    I'm moving past the feeling
    In my dreams we're still screaming
    We're still screaming
    We're still screaming