Oh! Well, remember the guy who was a football star?
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He had it made with the ladies but he never got far.
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Five years past, now he's gotten kind of fat,
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working eight days a week at the Laundromat.
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With his Momma and his Daddy breathing down his neck,
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about everything he does so much it makes him sick.
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So he sits home alone, with the game on TV,
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as the crowd goes wild he says, "That coulda been me!"
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Just another day in Suburbia, it's a beautiful day in Suburbia.
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Best not let it get the best of you.
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Is it everything you thought it would be?
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Remember playing games at the rich kid's home?
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His Dad owned a bank, while his mom was alone.
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Everyday with the mailman, the trash man, lawn guy...
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Kid didn't look a damn thing like his Dad (I knew why)
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He grew up got a job making eighty grand a year
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Had a wife and kid, all the guys call a queer
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But his dad never knew, he was too blind to see
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he said, "Guess it kinda ran in the family".
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Just another day in Suburbia, it's a beautiful day in Suburbia
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Best not let it get the best of you
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Is it everything you thought it would be?
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Remember the girl down the street with the kids
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That used to come outside, but she never did?
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(why?) 'Cause she was trying to hide the bruises where her old man beat her,
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'cause he hit her in the face with an old space heater. (ow!)
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and he came home drunk and tried to force sex on her
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But he didn't see a 44 stuffed in the covers
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So she waited 'til he came, he lie there naked
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Before she blew his head off, she told him she'd been faking
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all along, so long for everything you done wrong
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Here's a bullet, go to hell, 'cause its where you belong!
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Just another day in Suburbia, it's a beautiful day in Suburbia
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Best not let it get the best of you
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Is it everything you thought it would be?
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Just another day in Suburbia, Yeah, this is how we're living in Suburbia
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Best not let it get the best of you
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Is it everything you want it to be?
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No one understands it, no one comprehends it
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Guess you had to be there, from the outside looking in.
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So I put my Outkast record on,
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turn up the volume 'cause I'm all alone and scream away.
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Remember the cutest couple in the world
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Ya know he was the punk and she was Daddy's little girl.
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and graduation came and she wanted him to stay
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he had bigger better dreams waiting out in L.A.
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She cried and he cried as the plane flew away
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She never, ever, wanted it to end this way.
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Two years later she reads in the news,
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he'd gone on to be a big star but nobody knew.
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'cause he changed up his name but his heart stayed the same,
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'cause every song he wrote, was about her, he claimed.
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he never got to tell her 'cause he died that year,
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from all of the coke, and the pills, and the beer,
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and the whole world cried, but just for one day
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'cause sooner or later, the pain goes away.
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Just another day in Suburbia, it's a beautiful day in Suburbia
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Best not let it get the best of you
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Is it everything you thought it would be?
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Just another day in Suburbia, Yeah, this is how we're living in Suburbia
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Best not let it get the best of you
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Is it everything you want it to be?
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Just another day [repeat 6]
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Suburbia
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Butch Walker |