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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 judgment, 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 Letras de cancionesOh-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 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 From Letras Mania