[00:09.69]I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard
[00:12.08]I wish I had a better voice to sing some better words
[00:19.03]I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
[00:24.00]I wish I didn’t have to rhyme everytime I sang
[00:28.92]Wish we could turn back time
[00:32.39]To the good old days
[00:34.65]When our mama sang us to sleep
[00:37.12]But now we’re stressed out
[00:39.68]Wish we could turn back time
[00:41.88]To the good old days
[00:44.21]When our mama sang us to sleep
[00:46.74]But now we’re stressed out
[00:48.59]
[00:52.48]We’re stressed out
[00:52.94]
[00:57.65]We’re stressed out out out
[01:06.89]
[01:07.91]Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when i was young
[01:10.14]How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from?
[01:12.20]I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it
[01:13.89]Try to sell it, never sell out of it
[01:15.03]I’d probably only sell one
[01:16.06]It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose
[01:19.28]Same clothes, home grown, a stone’s throw from creek we used to roam
[01:21.01]But it’d remind us of when nothing really mattered
[01:24.15]Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter
[01:26.55]Wish we could turn back time
[01:29.71]To the good old days
[01:32.06]When our mama sang us to sleep
[01:34.79]But now we’re stressed out
[01:36.91]Wish we could turn back time
[01:39.26]To the good old days
[01:41.66]When our mama sang us to sleep
[01:44.18]But now we’re stressed out
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I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard
I wish I had a better voice to sing some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme everytime I sang
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
We’re stressed out
We’re stressed out out out
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when i was young
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from?
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it
I’d probably only sell one
It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose
Same clothes, home grown, a stone’s throw from creek we used to roam
But it’d remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and treehouse homes, we all would take the latter
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out
Wish we could turn back time
To the good old days
When our mama sang us to sleep
But now we’re stressed out