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Head bob, as you should, as you should Suburbia, born Wake up every morning 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 Ya let me take 'em off ya Just to... get closer To you Aus Songtexte Mania