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You can hide the small talk, you can hide the hate
You can hide the check your phone each time you get a little break
And you can hide the lonely, you can hide the pain
You can hide the TV full of stations that tell you how to think

But the smell of old wood bleachers, and a word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You can take away the judgement, take away the meanings
And take away the wasting time on things you won′t care about in years
And take away the trauma, take away the shame
And take away your broken heart, but just don't take away

The smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

And sometimes I want the world I knew
When all it took to get me through
Was half a tank, nothing planned
Parking lots, petty

And the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
Yeah, the shine of a new summer, barefoot baseball with my brother
First-time freedom with the windows cracked
I want that back

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) I want that back
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) I want that back

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