verse1:
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looks like we found an escape for the public,
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the radio just hasn't played for seven years.
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new information for all the kids to soak up,
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my server is down and i'm in tears.
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verse2:
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i am the make up and the tongue ring and the mindless,
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the man behind the desk names her the dollar sign,
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we dance around the rosies and the blazing fire
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and with devotion wait in line.
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chorus:
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you gotta do your own thing, honey, and stay true.
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so please make us believers honey, don't ever leave us honey!
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it's up to you
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verse4:
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don't be so pressured to pay your debt to america.
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you're young, just do your thing, you'll see you're not alone.
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the fatale girl seems to be much more important
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than the baby girl that's born.
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verse5:
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climb through the atmosphere and hang out with some colour,
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we stop and scratch our heads and think like taking drugs.
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we are the cops, the crooks, that cats, the blind the geniuses.
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its time to take out your ear plugs!
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chorus:
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you gotta do your own thing, honey, and stay true.
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so please let us cry on your shoulder, honey,
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you make me feel so much older, honey.
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it's up to you
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It's Up To You
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| Ben Kweller |
