Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
She’s a loner, not a stoner
Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa
Supernova, Cherry Cola
She’s the cedar in the trees of Minnesota
I’m a rough boy around the edges
Gettin’ drunk and fallen into hedges
She’s my weakness, fuckin’ genius
Swear to god and I’m not even superstitious
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
I wanna hold you like a gun
We’ll shoot the moon into the sun
Daylight, alright, alright
Are you stranded, like I’m stranded?
Do you want to watch the world fall to pieces?
Are you broken, like I’m broken?
Are you restless? She said: “Fuck you, I’m from Oakland!”
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
She’s my little youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Youngblood
Punch drunk and youngblood
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