| Who can tell 'bout the afterlife?
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| Who can give us the answer?
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| Passion is useless and I’m not ready to play ball
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| Seek for perfection and endless erection
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| The wolves there at Wall Street are in for the kill
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| So why can’t you hear me?
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| And the kids on the block never gonna be the same, enemies but friends
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| In the pain, in the pain they find their only friend
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| It’s time to save them, to heal them
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| The suburban kids are for real
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| The world is waiting for something
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| There’s much we can do
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| So I sing this suburban song
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| Came along on a rainy day
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| But you brought me the rainbow
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| Things felt much clearer, but who am I to explain, oh
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| A volcano, burning; |
| the mountain is turning
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| Crumble and tumble, what’s going on
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| Why can’t you see me?
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| But I try and I fight cause I never wanna fail, I will never bend
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| What a lie, what a lie, this will never end
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| It’s time to save them, to heal them
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| The suburban kids are for real
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| The world is waiting for something
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| There’s much we can do
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| So I sing this suburban song
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| We are lost in mass confusion
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| Is this a grand illusion?
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| Time for our retribution
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| Say no
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| We are lost in mass confusion
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| Is this a grand illusion?
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| Time for our retribution
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| Say no
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| And the kids on the block never gonna be the same, enemies but friends
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| In the pain, in the pain they find their only friend
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| It’s time to save them, to heal them
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| The suburban kids are for real
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| The world is waiting for something
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| There’s much we can do
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| So I sing this suburban song
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| Suburban song
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| Suburban song
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| It’s not an illusion
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| Suburban song |