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cherry wine, so sweet on your tongue,
the whiskey burns,
but Jäger is so sweet,
and the cigarette smoke fills the air.
grab another bottle for me, hun.
the moon shines so brightly down on the beach tonight,
let me take you out and show you a good time.
meet me down by the docks,
we'll sit on the rocks.
we'll run this town till the night ends.

parties filled with damaged teens,
some of them rude and rebellious.
what troubles they have,
to drink the night away,
wake up in the morning with memories of the previous night,
have faded to grey.

like the clouds that cover the moon when it rises at night to breathe.
the sun holds it's breathe until it can rise again.

under the dark sky,
the stars always shine.
and the stoners are always high
they sit in the alley ways,
jamming out to punk rock.
how stereotypical they are,
i thought we'd come so far.

the teenagers of the years,
disobey there elders.
and have a little fun.
to not seem like such a failure.

punk rock controls the music,
the kids see it as a getaway.
drive through the tunnels, stereo up as loud as it goes.
and they scream with all their might,
all they want is to feel infinite tonight.