Lyrics Suburbian Born - Kevin Abstract
Head,
Bob
As
you
should,
as
you
should
Suburbia–born
Wake
up
every
mornin',
day
dreamin'
'bout
a
foreign
He
was
born
into
some
fortune,
more
American
than
Gordon
His
views
kinda
different
from
my
outlook,
that's
why
he's
gorgeous
Your
parents
hate
me
though
Think
I
like
that
shit,
yeah,
I
like
the
thrill
of
it,
yeah
I'm
so
imperfect,
it's
wack,
I'm
so
aware
of
the
fact
That
I'll
never
in
this
lifetime
get
the
chance
to
be
with
you
A
perfect
soul
A
perfect
hand
to
hold
Imperfect
lonely
roads
Pass
the
controller
Let
the
TV
roam,
yuh
While
my
hands
is
on
ya
Football
pads
is
on
ya
You
let
me
take
'em
off
ya
Just
to...
get
closer
To
you
1 I Do (End Credits)
2 Echo
3 American Boyfriend
4 Miserable America
5 June 29th
6 Papercut
7 Kin
8 Suburbian Born
9 Yellow
10 Tattoo
11 Friendship
12 Blink
13 Seventeen
14 Empty
15 Runner
16 Flintridge
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