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The pop don't sound the same no more When I pull the cork Never about the taste before It was a hunt for sport A sea of fading faces I was stupid and proud Eyes as sharp as knives Cut me out of the crowd Wine still cheap and red Eyes still deep and true Glasses raise again Drink to the pulp of youth Climb the vine again, my friend Not everybody makes it Casualties of some plot Not a pro just a lucky one To make it out of the line A sea of fading faces I was stupid and loud Her eyes as sharp as knives Cut me out of the crowd Letras de cancionesBlood still hot and red Eyes still deep and true Glasses raise again Drink to the pulp of youth Til our time is due I'll be on the vine with you As it was in the pulp of youth Who was the picker Who is to say And does it even matter The lucky ones come up when the sun sinks down High on laughter A thousand fading faces I was stupid and proud Eyes as sharp as knives Cut me out of the crowd Wine still cheap and red Eyes still deep and true Glasses raise again Drink to the pulp of youth Til our time is due I'll be on the vine with you As it was in the pulp of youth From Letras Mania