Hey young blood 

I’m so mad 

How come you spilling in the river I once had 

 

Hey young blood 

I’m so bad 

When you come crying me a river I’ll be glad 

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Touch me Midas, before they read old

I’ll stay young and then I’m growing gold 

 

Hey young blood 

I’m so mad 

How come you spilling in the river I once had 

 

Hey young blood 

I’m so bad 

When you come crying me a river I’ll be glad 

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I’m just a currency

It just occurred to me

At least I’m worth my weight in gold 

 

And you know currently 

I’m like this fantasy 

But I am scared of growing old 

 

Hey young blood 

I’m so mad 

How come you spilling in the river I once had 

 

Hey young blood 

I’m so bad 

When you come crying me a river I’ll be glad

​

You should die

You should dry

You should die before you dry

 

You should die

You should dry

You should die before you dry

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I need the poetry 

I want a warranty 

But I am

Running out of both

​

Hey young blood 

I’m so mad 

How come you spilling in the river I once had 

 

Hey young blood 

I’m so bad 

When you come crying me a river I’ll be glad

​

You should die

You should dry

You should die before you dry

 

You should die

You should dry

You should die before you dry