SubSuburbia (Pt.1)

He takes it all with a pinch of salt
Light on his feet, he leaves
Stark moonlight covers his town
And that old street lamp never will get fixed

Fifteen minutes past the launderette
And left at the tobacconists she lays
Passed out, fifteen years old on a pentagonal bench
With a birch tree growing up through the middle

This is Sub Suburbia
(Sub Suburbia)
(Sub Suburbia)



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Writer(s): Daniel Paul Desmond Lyons
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