Lyrics

He is cool and pretty old school He learned to read between the lines And he carved the things he's seen Into his skin They say he's been around forever I'm pretty sure he taught the devil to steel And somewhere down the line They cut a deal So let go of the things you never seem to find And the ones that will never be around in time It's only dirt when you're panning for gold Youngblood, full of piss and vinegar The flaming youth will be the death of you So go tell the world The things you've seen He made the good lord second guess The things close to his chest So don't start a fight Cause his shoes are way too big For you to fill It goes on and on and on, yeah It goes on and on and on So let go of the things you never seem to find And the ones that will never be around in time It's only dirt when you're panning for gold Let go of the things that never seem to shine Youngblood, you missed it by a second this time It's only dirt when you're panning for gold Let go of the things you never seem to find And the ones that will never be around in time It's only dirt when you're panning for gold Let go of the things that never seem to shine Youngblood, you missed it by a second this time It's only dirt when you're panning for gold Dirt when you're panning for gold So let go of the things you never seem to find Let go of the things that never seem to shine
Writer(s): Arve "ice Dale" Isdal, Espen Lien, Kjetil Greve, Thomas Tofthagen, Torkjell Rød Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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