| You can hide the small talk, you can hide the hate
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| You can hide the check your phone each time you get a little break
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| And you can hide the lonely, you can hide the pain
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| You can hide the TV full of stations that tell you how to think
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| But the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
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| Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
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| Yeah, the shine of a new summer, bat for a baseball with my brother
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| First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
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| You can take away the judgment, take away the meanings
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| And take away the wasting time on things you won’t care about in years
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| And take away the trauma, take away the shame
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| And take away your broken heart but just don’t take away
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| The smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
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| Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
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| Yeah, the shine of a new summer, bat for a baseball with my brother
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| First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| And sometimes I want the world I knew
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| When all it took to get me through
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| Was half a tank, nothing planned
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| Parking lots
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| But the smell of old wood bleachers and a word of hometown preachers
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| Being rich was her and a cheap six-pack
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| Yeah, the shine of a new summer, bat for a baseball with my brother
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| First-time freedom with the windows cracked, I want that back
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh, I want that back |