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Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
and the far unlight unknown.
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
in the mass-production zone.
Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit
So alone
[chorus]
Subdivisions
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to soothe
the unattractive truth
but the suburbs have no charms
to soothe the restless dreams of youth.
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly just to see the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose their race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
to relax their restless nights
Somewhere out of the memory
of lighted streets on quiet nights.
[chorus]
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