Salt grips the road, awaits his lift again,
Street orange glow, shades the odds against,
One more sip,
A shoe, a miss,
A shaving nick,
One extra kiss,
Who's to know?
Whatever.

(Chorus:)
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to me, not up to you

The swings don't swing, the park's been dead for years
How do you know your last swing weren't the last for good?
Hard book on freaks
Fresh summer peach,
Creased magazine
Sugar chocolate treat,
Who's to know?
Whatever.

(Chorus)

The street's so long where she lost her pocket purse,
Kept the last picture of the man she committed first,
Cracked windscreen rain
French murder play,
Junk takeaway
Tired street parade,
Who's to know?
Whatever...
Whatever.

(Chorus)

Hah, whatever.

Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to anything we do
Not up to me, not up to... you

Ahh you
(Repeat 2x)

Its not up to me,
Its not up to you

Its not up to you
Its not up to you
Not up to me, not up to... you

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