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Seven Years Old

CITY SILOS

Lyrics

I wanna feel that red dirt from my head down to my toes
Roundin’ third base with the coach waving me home
Running for my life like I'm Indiana Jones
Oh I wanna be seven years old

Go back to passing notes from the pocket of my blue jeans
When rock paper scissors could solve anything
And hold my Daddy's hand like I'll never be alone
Oh I wanna be seven years old

When the scariest thing was letting go of the handlebars
And falling asleep was never that hard
Weeping for the smallest things 'cause that's what matters most
Oh I wanna be seven years old

Pretend I'm Picasso with watercolor paints
Believe I can fly with a towel for a cape
And wear my Mama's heels ‘cause it's fun to be grown
Oh I wanna be seven years old

CHORUS

Bow my head at night and know someone's listening
Look up at the stars and wonder why they're
shining
Close my little eyes and let my dreams unfold
Oh I wanna be seven years old

CHORUS

Oh I wanna be seven years old

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