Want That Back Testo
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Testo Want That Back
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
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
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
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
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
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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