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Win Butler
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Regine Chassagne
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Regine Chassagne
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Richard Reed Parry
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Win Butler
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Jeremy Gara
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Sarah Neufeld
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Markus Dravs
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Tim Kingsbury
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Mark Lawson
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Craig Silvey
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Don Murnhagan
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Noah Goldstein
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Will Butler
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Paroles
In the suburbs I, I learned to drive
And you told me we'd never survive
Grab your mother's keys, we're leaving
You always seemed so sure
That one day we'd be fighting
In a suburban war
Your part of town against mine
I saw you standing on the opposite shore
But by the time the first bombs fell
We were already bored
We were already, already bored
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
The kids want to be so hard
But in my dreams we're still screaming
And running through the yard
When all of the walls that they built
In the seventies finally fall
And all of the houses they built
In the seventies finally fall
Meant nothing at all?
Meant nothing at all
It meant nothing
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
And into the night
So can you understand
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young?
I want to hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before this damage is done
But if it's too much to ask
If it's too much to ask
Then send me a son
Under the overpass
In the parking lot, we're still waiting
It's already passed
So move your feet from hot pavement
And into the grass
'Cause it's already passed
It's already, already passed
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling
Sometimes I can't believe it
I'm moving past the feeling again
I'm moving past the feeling
I'm moving past the feeling
In my dreams we're still screaming
We're still screaming
We're still screaming
Writer(s): William Butler, Win Butler, Regine Chassagne, Jeremy Gara, Tim Kingsbury, Richard R Parry
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