| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Hey, hey
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| Blast beats, arena seats
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| And a ringtone by The Saints (ooo ooo)
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| Don’t know much about those weekend punks
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| But I’ve heard they have a claim to fame
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| Street fights and open mikes
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| Where the bar chords meet the beats (ooo ooo)
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| Anthems written for the discontent
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| But the eyeliner is key
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| Hoods up
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| Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo)
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| Bats out
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| Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo)
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| Blast beats
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| Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh)
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| They’re taking lyrics from the teddy boys
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| They sing «attack, attack, attack»
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| Has-beens and safety pins
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| Avoid The Voidoids and their curse (ooo ooo)
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| You want your record on the radio
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| You’d better sweeten up that verse
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| Abbreviate the longish names
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| You can bet that hearts will beat (ooo ooo)
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| The sort-of clever and nostalgic ones
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| Will sing their poems at breakneck speed
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| Hoods up
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| Poetry from the cul-de-sacs (ooo ooo ooo)
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| Bats out
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| Anarchy with a note attached (ooo ooo ooo)
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| Blast beats
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| Uno seats in the photographs (ahh ahh ahhhhhhh)
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| They’re taking lyrics from the teddy boys
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| They sing «attack, attack, attack»
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)
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| They’re mixing up the bag (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Punks Are Writing Love Songs , by - Tullycraft. Song from the album Every Scene Needs a Center, in the genre Инди