such a strange experience. a collection of songs, all unique, yet all one - merging with each other, a bit of one in one another, the suburbs in each and every one of them. growing up, leaving the suburbs. leaving home, leaving love, leaving hopes and dreams, changing, pretending to change, resisting to change, manning up, withering down. leaving... what behind?
In the suburbs, I... learned to drive. (away)
All the kids have always known
that the emperor wears no clothes
but to bow to down to them anyway
is better than to be alone
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