Arcade Fire – The Suburbs (Ukulele)

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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

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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

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In the seventies finally fall, and all of the houses they built

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In the 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

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And into the night

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 So can you understand,    why I want a daughter

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While I’m still young, I wanna 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

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Again,   I'm moving past the feeling

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      I’m moving past the feeling

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       In my dreams

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We're still screaming

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We're still screaming

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We're still screaming