Young Blood Songtext
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Young Blood Songtext
Young blood, stick it out
Face your palms to the sun
Run through the muck
Fill your bucket from the river
Old love, pick it up
I got your back, your front and sides
These are the hands and the mind of the giver
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
She opened her arms, her arms to the world
The world threw her down to remind her
To open her ears, her ears to the sound
The sound of the song would define her
She opened her eyes, her eyes to the gaze
And the face of the stranger who held her
No longer held captive, captive to the race
He erased all the chains that compelled her
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Young blood, stick it out
Face your palms to the sun
Run through the muck
Fill your bucket from the river
Old love, pick it up
I got your back, your front and sides
These are the hands and the mind of the giver
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
She opened her arms, her arms to the world
The world threw her down to remind her
To open her ears, her ears to the sound
The sound of the song would define her
She opened her eyes, her eyes to the gaze
And the face of the stranger who held her
No longer held captive, captive to the race
He erased all the chains that compelled her
Young blood, stick it out
Face your palms to the sun
Run through the muck
Fill your bucket from the river
Old love, pick it up
I got your back, your front and sides
These are the hands and the mind of the giver
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Face your palms to the sun
Run through the muck
Fill your bucket from the river
Old love, pick it up
I got your back, your front and sides
These are the hands and the mind of the giver
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
She opened her arms, her arms to the world
The world threw her down to remind her
To open her ears, her ears to the sound
The sound of the song would define her
She opened her eyes, her eyes to the gaze
And the face of the stranger who held her
No longer held captive, captive to the race
He erased all the chains that compelled her
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Young blood, stick it out
Face your palms to the sun
Run through the muck
Fill your bucket from the river
Old love, pick it up
I got your back, your front and sides
These are the hands and the mind of the giver
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
She opened her arms, her arms to the world
The world threw her down to remind her
To open her ears, her ears to the sound
The sound of the song would define her
She opened her eyes, her eyes to the gaze
And the face of the stranger who held her
No longer held captive, captive to the race
He erased all the chains that compelled her
Young blood, stick it out
Face your palms to the sun
Run through the muck
Fill your bucket from the river
Old love, pick it up
I got your back, your front and sides
These are the hands and the mind of the giver
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Young blood
Writer(s): Michael Francis Gonzalez, Phoebe Holiday Ryan, Beatrice Miller, Matt Parad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

