Suburbs

You can try you’re best to play it off, and take it on the

chin

You can try to wrap your head around, the feeling that you’re

in

but you’re lost

Ooo ooo but you’re lost

You could pull the wool over your eyes and blame it on the

stars Put your ceiling on the county line and sit upon the

sparks till they’re gone

Ooo ooo till they’re gone

I heard from the suburbs

That you wanna

leave the pack

Cold feet in the summer

You’re a runner

And you’re fast

So don’t you let it hold you back

Is it stuck in your heart, is it stuck in your head, is it

stuck in your throat

If it’s more than a dream

All you wanted to be but you’re letting it go

Letting it go

If you think that you know what you want

Don’t go biting your tongue ‘til you leave it too late

I heard from the suburbs

That you wanna

leave the pack

Cold feet in the summer

You’re a runner

And you’re fast

So don’t you let it hold you back

So don’t you let it hold you back

If you think that you know what you want

Don’t go biting your tongue

‘Til you leave it too late

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I heard from the suburbs

That you wanna

leave the pack

Cold feet in the summer

You’re a runner

And you’re fast

So don’t you let it hold you back

So don’t you let it hold you back