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 You can have the small talk, you can have the hate 
You can have the check your phone each time you get a little break 
And you can have the lonely, you can have the bank 
You can have the tv full of stations that tell you how to think. 
But the smell of old wood bleachers and the 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 mirrors 
And take away the wasting time on things you won't care about in years 
And take away the drama, take away the shame 
And take away the broken hearts, but just don't take away. 
The smell of old wood bleachers and the 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 the 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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