| Memories flood back like photographs
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| All bright and out of focus, all drab with muted colors
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| The whole world smells like True Blue
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| The only brand my grandma smokes
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| And the faintest hint of Coppertone
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| I’m watching shorebirds circle in real close
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| (I know you’re gonna go, just please leave me a note)
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| (I left because you asked me to)
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| Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone
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| If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs
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| These northeast winters make boys into men
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| Staring out at snow-ploughed mountains
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| In the parking lots of churches
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| The city just felt worn out
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| No strength to pick our hearts off the ground
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| We watched the '92 Birds
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| Take the field without Jerome Brown
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| (We keep quiet when it gets bad)
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| (We don’t talk about the setbacks)
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| (They only hear it when your voice cracks)
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| Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone
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| If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs
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| I wanna die in the suburbs, I wanna die in the suburbs
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| I wanna die in the suburbs, I wanna die in the suburbs
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| (You start remembering…)
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| (…the anniversaries of the bad things)
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| (You start remembering…)
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| (…the anniversaries of the bad things)
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| Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone
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| If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs
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| Operator, take me home, I don’t know where else to go
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| I wanna die in the suburbs
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| A heart attack, shovelling snow, all alone
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| If I die, I wanna die in the suburbs
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| I wanna die in the suburbs |