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A ska song I wrote after my friend didn't know what Italian bread was. C4C?


It’s hard to believe that
We’re already flying with our
Own wings
We’ll soon be by ourselves.
Do we have enough experience
In the world to say,
“It doesn’t matter what they think, I know we’ll be okay?”

“Don’t you know?” “No I don’t.”
“That Italian bread’s just bread
With crunchy crust and soft white dough
Kyle, It’s just freakin’ bread.
No matter where you go, bread is bread.”
“Is it like a baguette?”
“It might have garlic salt or cheddar cheese,
Yes! It’s like a baguette.”

We’ve been here long enough
And we still know how to learn
Like when things have different names
But they’re really still the same.
So it’s comforting to know
I’ve spent all this time gliding,
I’m confident for sure
That I am ready to fly.

“Don’t you know?” “No I don’t.”
“That Italian bread’s just bread
With crunchy crust and soft white dough
Kyle, It’s just freakin’ bread.
No matter where you go, bread is bread.”
“Is it like a baguette?”
“It might have garlic salt or cheddar cheese,
Yes! It’s like a baguette.”