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You showed up dressing down,
Wearing absolutely nothing.
Both in life, the talk of town,
With your bookmark full of visa.
You did not come to raise the bar,
You came to tear it into pieces, understand.
You showed me, even though you showed your plan.
And said âdo your own time, go back to your own kindâ
There was lipstick left in the room
Yes, and it was absolutely crucial.
A flashing card that it disappeared,
It must have been magic to her new soul.
The oldest trick in this young life,
But itâs the only bag weâre packing in this town.
Weâre packing up and carry it around.
Do your own time, go back to your own kind.
Do your own time, go back to your own kind.
Whatever you, whatever you need me to do
Whatever you, whatever you need me to do,
Need me to do, need me to do, need me to do.
And itâs the only sign weâre tracking in this town
Weâre stacking out against the love youâve found.
Do your own time, go back to your own land.
Do your own time, go back to your own kind.
Whatever you, whatever you need me to do
Whatever you, whatever you need me to do,
Need me to do, need me to do, need me to do.
- Album:
- Shut Down The Streets
- Get Guilty
- Miscellaneous
- The Slow Wonder
- iTunes Live from Montreal
- Get Guilty (Bonus Track Version)
- Shut Down the Streets (Bonus Track Version)
- Homemade Bombs In The Afternoon
- Matador At Fifteen
- The Walking Dead (AMC Original Soundtrack), Vol. 2
- The Walking Dead: AMC Original Soundtrack, Volume 2
- Music from the O.C. Mix 4
- Music from the OC: Mix 4
- Punk Rock Polka