Troye Sivan – Suburbia (Guitar)

              C            G
The sunset's longer where I am from,

                C                   D
where dreams go to die while having fun.

                    C             Em
The boys fix their cars and girls eat it up.

             C      D           G
Loving's so good when love is young.

              C          
Yeah, there's so much history in these streets,

G                       D
Mama's goods eats, "Oh, Wonder!" on repeat.

C 
So much history in my head, 

     G                   D
the people I've left, the ones that I kept.

           C                                     G  D
Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up?

         C                           G       D
On your blown out  stereo, in suburbia, oh, oh.

          C                                                  G  D
Could be playing hide and seek from home? Can't replace my blood.

           C                                  G        D
Yeah, it seems I'm never letting go of suburbia, oh, oh, oh, oh.

           C                     G
Swallow nostalgia, chase it with lime.

            C                  D
Better than dwelling and chasing time,

             C                Em
missing occasions, I can't rewind.

                C          D            G
Can't help but feel I've lost what's mine.

              C          
Yeah, there's so much history in these streets,

G                        D
Mama's goods eats, "Oh, Wonder!" on repeat.

C 
So much history in my head, 

     G                   D
the people I've left, the ones that I kept.

           C                                     G  D
Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up?

         C                           G       D
On your blown out  stereo, in suburbia, oh, oh.

          C                                                  G  D
Could be playing hide and seek from home? Can't replace my blood.

           C                                  G        D
Yeah, it seems I'm never letting go of suburbia, oh, oh, oh, oh.

           Em           D            G
Yeah, they all say that nothing ever changes

   Em        D               Bm     G
through the lines that are their faces.

           Em                D            Bm   G
Yeah, they all say, that nothing ever changes

   Em        D              Bm       G
through the lines that are their faces, oh

              C          
Yeah, there's so much history in these streets,

G                        D
Mama's goods eats, "Oh, Wonder!" on repeat.

C 
So much history in my head, 

     G                   D
the people I've left, the ones that I kept.

           C                                     G  D
Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up?

         C                           G       D
On your blown out  stereo, in suburbia, oh, oh.

          C                                                  G  D
Could be playing hide and seek from home? Can't replace my blood.

           C                                  G        D
Yeah, it seems I'm never letting go of suburbia, oh, oh, oh, oh.