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The Suburbs is the third studio album by Canadian indie rock band Arcade Fire, released on August 2, 2010. Coinciding with its announcement, the band released a limited edition 12-inch single containing the title track and "Month of May". The album debuted at No. 1 on the Irish Albums Chart, the UK Albums Chart, the US Billboard 200 chart, and the Canadian Albums Chart. It won Album of the Year at the 2011 Grammy Awards, Best International Album at the 2011 BRIT Awards, Album of the Year at the 2011 Juno Awards, and the 2011 Polaris Music Prize for best Canadian album. Two weeks after winning Grammy's Album of the Year, the album jumped from No. 52 to No. 12 on the Billboard 200, the album's highest ranking since August 2010.Arcade Fire released a deluxe edit… more »

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Guess the security protocol
Has just gone out the window
I'm not the one watching cameras
With criminals acting fickle
Talk about moving in silence
Dropped the ball and it's gone
Get the call when we move
Take the shot
Get the bucket
But watch the water don't spill
But I've been losing my breath
It's just a side effect
Ask if I'm still alive
I tell 'em barely
Nothing over easy
I'm just carefree
Licking of the flavour from the ice cream
Acting mad vanilla
Say it with your chest
Voice is kinda shaky
My well think you're cold
Knowing pretty well that's just the way it goes

It's pure lava in my arteries
Lately I've been hella proud of me
In my baby photos, see a prodigy
Girls checking for me like calories
Cook the beat for clean navigation
So I snap every time
Every pocket deep
My memo will blind if you sneak a peak
I'm the type of nigga that be raising ratings
Ground shift when I land
A crater
You're about to get an ultimatum
You're about to be a nigga faded
And imma be another nigga's Fader
I've been swerving on the ink you painted
Got a problem, you'll be incubated
I don't really got a lot of patience
There's too much talking
When I'm hibernating

So, if life's a movie
We don't choose what we speak
Every face follow suit
James Bond
Hail God
Yeah

I could probably use more sleep
Beneficial for my seams
Slowly ripping at my dreams
These my jeans for the week
James Bond

Yeah

New face
James Bond

Life's the baddest
Don't you blow it
You don't get no second date
She a savage and she show it
Fix yourself a second plate before you go
'Cos you not coming back
At least for now that's facts
So best believe I'm going hard
Sprinting through my only lap across the map
On the track
Then her ears
Then the stage
I'll be older writing movies having lived every page

I'm bouta crack for real
Call my sh*t wack for real
Stay in the back for real
I never slack so chill
If I go hard imma get it
Beat is so ill
Need a medic
The stuff that I hear is pathetic
How I'm so good?
It's genetics
Look in my bag
What I see?
Just me
Staring at me
Tune my guitar
Get in key
Playing some chords out at sea
Need me long hair for the breeze
Gotta bless me when you sneeze
You up in my grill
Jeez
You still gotta chill
Please

Not going to plan
Not working out

It's all a scam
I'm still in doubt

It's all for the cameras
Focus up

Wear it on my chest
I caught your bluff

Acting punk when you see 'em
Catch the win
Skip the BM
Pull the block out like jenga
Watch that shit collapse

I'm locked up
Imma free him
There's no time
Need to meet him
In the air, let it linger
I'm still caught in traps

Not going to plan
Not working out

It's all a scam
I'm still in doubt

So, if life's a movie
We don't choose what we speak
Every face follow suit
James Bond
Hail God

I could probably use more sleep
Beneficial for my seems
Slowly ripping at my dreams
These my jeans for the week
James Bond

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