Italian Red Wine
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Yeah, twenty fucking 18
We raise our fucking head right from the mud
We smile to the haters that said we were fucking dead along
Pick up these songs and make them anthem out
Losers 'till the break of Dawn
We wake up every morning
The people's screaming but it hurts our hears
We're here to wash away your fears
We're here to pass the buck and dry our tears
We wake up every morning
We thought that Pop Punk it could save our lives
And maybe we were just too shy
Or maybe it was just behind our times
It breaks me down but I'm gonna grew up
I'm kinda nervous cause I think that I'm just gonna breakdown
And everyone around they think I'm fine
But I'm just gonna make it right with an Italian red wine
It breaks me down but I'm spelling a curse
I tried hard to make it right but It only got worse
A flight of fancy but I'm good to go
I'll pull my socks back Up when Melody's Falling down
Ok let's make it fast now
We wake up every morning
The people's writing and it hurts our eyes
They #I'm here to stay
But they're dead in water, Ok!
Am I dreaming Wake me up
I can't make it by myself
Dead ringers all around
They screams inside my head
Ladies and gentleman
You're going to witness to a change
By listening to this record you're
hands will shake and your eyes will turn
Your gonna fight as harder as you can
And you'll be fighting with us,
with your voice your heart and your screams
Now let it all out, but no breakdown