| I knew my youth couldn’t last forever
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| I knew some chords so I got the band together
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| Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother
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| Forget these luxuries, I’ve got myself another buzz
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| Now you don’t see me, now you do Pretty s oon you’re going to see what punks can do I stole some tunes from the radio
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| I lost my nerve but it didn’t show
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| I found some friends with a little faith
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| Less money and no taste
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| Now you don’t see me, now you do Pretty soon you’re going to see what pu nks can do But you’ve got to work at it, what a drag
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| You’ve got to work, work, work, work
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| You can’t lag behind, lag behind, lag behind
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| I want to get this gig over
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| And I don’t want to see it again
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| But I don’t want to go until it’s over
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| And I don’t w ant to die in pain, die in pain
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| 2−3-4! |
| I knew my youth can’t last forever
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| I’ll sing the words until I can’t keep the band together no more
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| Oh! |
| to do the quickstep on a Saturday night
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| And hunt like brave man with a flashlight
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| Now you don’t see me, no w you do Pretty soon you’re going to see what punks can do The Adverts |