| Everything’s fine in the suburbs
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| They’ve neatened up the grass where it meets the curb
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| Someone’s left the post with the neighbour
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| I know it’s just the same old behaviour
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| But I can’t conceal that hole I feel
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| That familiar crunch of the gravel
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| Underneath my feet as I unravel
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| I’ll go and find a new way of living
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| If everyone’s a friend and I’m forgiven
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| How can I deny, just say goodbye and go?
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| It’s all the same when I get home
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| In the suburbs, in the suburbs
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| No reason to be on my own
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| In the suburbs, in the suburbs
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| And the warmest of hugs will never be enough
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| Everything’s fine in the city
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| Hide everything away if it’s not pretty
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| Go and watch the world from the window
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| Shut your eyes at night and still see the glow
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| And it starts to heal that hole I feel
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| Unfamiliar faces who walk past
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| I’m struggling with sonder but it doesn’t last
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| Excited by a new way of living
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| But the people on the ground are not forgiving
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| How can I return? |
| I’ll never learn, I know
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| It’s all the same when I get home
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| In the suburbs, in the suburbs
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| No reason to be on my own
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| In the suburbs, in the suburbs
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| And the warmest of hugs will never be enough
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| When home is everywhere else |