The Suburbs (acoustic)

	  		Intro: D Bm F# A 


verse 1:  

D                Bm  F#              A 
In the suburbs, I.....I learned to drive, 
        D                     Bm      F#                   A                D Bm F# A 
And you told me we’d never survive,...grab your mother’s keys, we’re leaving 


verse 2:  

D                     Bm     F#         A 
You always seemed so sure,...that one day we’d be fighting 
D             Bm     F#              A 
In a suburban war,...your part of town against mine 
          D                        Bm                  F#       A 
I saw you standing on the opposite shore,...but by the time the first bombs fell 
D               Bm       F#                  A 
We were already bored,...we were already, already bored 

 

D            Bm               F#         E 
Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling 
D            Bm               F#         E                 D     Bm F# A 
Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling again 



verse 3: 

    D                Bm     F#           A 
The kids wanna be so hard,...but in my dreams we’re still screaming 
    D                   Bm      F#                A 
And running through the yard,...when all of the walls that they built in the  
D                 Bm      F#                A 
Seventies finally fall,...and all of the houses they built in the 
D                 Bm                       F#                     A 
Seventies finally fall,...meant nothing at all, meant nothing at all, it meant nothing 



D            Bm               F#           E 
Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling 
D            Bm               F#           E                     D           Bm F# A 
Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling and into the night 



verse 4: 

D                      Bm F#              A                        D     Bm 
So can you understand,w....why I want a daughter while I’m still young? 
          F#                  A 
I want to hold her hand, and show her some beauty 
  D                       Bm      F#             A 
Before all this damage is done,...but if it’s too much to ask 
        D                   Bm                F#    A 
If it’s too much to ask,....then send me a son.... 


Verse 5: 

D                  Bm F#                A 
Under the overpass.....in the parking lot we’re still waiting 
     D              Bm F#              A 
It’s already passed,.....so move your feet from hot pavement 
    D              Bm                    F#                   A 
And into the grass,....cause it’s already past, it’s already, already past 




D            Bm               F#           E 
Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling 
D            Bm               F#           E                D     Bm 
Sometimes I can’t believe it, I’m moving past the feeling again 

F#           E                D     Bm 
I’m moving past the feeling again 
F#           E                D     Bm 
I’m moving past the feeling again 



D Bm F# A x2 


Coda: 

      A                  D         Bm F# 
In my dreams we’re still screaming 
A                      D Bm F#  
We’re still screaming 
A                      D Bm F#  
We’re still screaming 

D Bm F# A x2 
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