| Lacing my shoes
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| In the standard bar way
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| Nothing left loose
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| Gone are the days
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| In the heat of the night
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| The girls walk in twos
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| Drawn to the light
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| And too polite to refuse
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| Refuse
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| Spilling my blood
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| On the steps of my church
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| Where I knelt as a kid
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| By the old pulpit
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| But it don’t seem to hurt
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| John, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
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| We’re at war again!
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| And I’ve been stuck on the roadside
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| For old times sake with a terrible friend
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| But if you can play
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| Then you’re part of the game
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia
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| We should all just go home
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| (Love in suburbia)
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| The kids don’t care
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| 'Cause they’re too young to die
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| Too old to moan for it
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| Too young to vote for it
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| Too old to cry
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| God, is it always like this?
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| Is it always so grim?
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| Is it only the beautiful
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| Only the suitably damned who fit in?
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| But if you can play
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| Then your part of the game
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, love in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, in suburbia
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| In suburbia, in suburbia
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| Love in suburbia, in suburbia
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| In suburbia |