LYRICS
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YoungbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodShe's my little youngbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodPunch-drunken youngbloodShe's a lonerNot a stonerBleeding heartAnd the soul of Miss TeresaSupernovaCherry ColaShe's the cedar in the trees in MinnesotaI'm a rough boy 'round the edgesGetting drunk, and fallin' in the hedgesShe's my weakness, fucking geniusSwear to god and I'm not even superstitiousYoungbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodShe's my little youngbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodPunch-drunken youngbloodI want to hold you like a gunWe'll shoot the moon into the sunAlright, alrightAre you stranded?Like I'm strandedDo you want to watch the world fall to pieces?Are you broken?Like I'm brokenAre you restless?She said: "Fuck you, I'm from Oakland! "YoungbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodShe's my little youngbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodYoungbloodPunch-drunken youngblood
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