You showed up dressing down,
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Wearing absolutely nothing.
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Both in life, the talk of town,
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With your bookmark full of visa.
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You did not come to raise the bar,
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You came to tear it into pieces, understand.
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You showed me, even though you showed your plan.
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And said ¡°do your own time, go back to your own kind¡±
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There was lipstick left in the room
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Yes, and it was absolutely crucial.
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A flashing card that it disappeared,
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It must have been magic to her new soul.
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The oldest trick in this young life,
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But it¡¯s the only bag we¡¯re packing in this town.
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We¡¯re packing up and carry it around.
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Do your own time, go back to your own kind.
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Do your own time, go back to your own kind.
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Whatever you, whatever you need me to do
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Whatever you, whatever you need me to do,
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Need me to do, need me to do, need me to do.
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And it¡¯s the only sign we¡¯re tracking in this town
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We¡¯re stacking out against the love you¡¯ve found.
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Do your own time, go back to your own land.
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Do your own time, go back to your own kind.
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Whatever you, whatever you need me to do
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Whatever you, whatever you need me to do,
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Need me to do, need me to do, need me to do.
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Do Your Own Time
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| A.C. Newman |
