Nostalgia
I left my suitcase
Back in the winter
Now I walk onto spring
When branches shrivel up
And the birds don't sing
You get up and walk into the rain
Where blossoms grow
There's hope
For better days that I know will come
And I left my bag behind
In the winter there to die
And to stay
And Sometimes I feel like turning back
The nostalgia comes again
The same old feeling
I don't wanna to go back
To magnolia street
I thought I had you outrun
Cuz they will come at night
When it's so dark
They hold out a helping hand
Where blossoms grow
There's hope
For better days that I know will come
And I left my bag behind
In the winter there to die
And to stay
And Sometimes I feel like turning back
The nostalgia comes again
The comfort of a friend
But I don't need your help
The same old feeling
I left my suitcase back in the winter
Now I walk onto spring
Where blossoms grow
There's hope
For better days that I know will come
And I left my bag behind
In the winter there to die
And to stay
And sometimes I feel like turning back
The nostalgia comes again
The comfort of a friend
But I don't need your help
The same old feeling
The same old feeling
Back in the winter
Now I walk onto spring
When branches shrivel up
And the birds don't sing
You get up and walk into the rain
Where blossoms grow
There's hope
For better days that I know will come
And I left my bag behind
In the winter there to die
And to stay
And Sometimes I feel like turning back
The nostalgia comes again
The same old feeling
I don't wanna to go back
To magnolia street
I thought I had you outrun
Cuz they will come at night
When it's so dark
They hold out a helping hand
Where blossoms grow
There's hope
For better days that I know will come
And I left my bag behind
In the winter there to die
And to stay
And Sometimes I feel like turning back
The nostalgia comes again
The comfort of a friend
But I don't need your help
The same old feeling
I left my suitcase back in the winter
Now I walk onto spring
Where blossoms grow
There's hope
For better days that I know will come
And I left my bag behind
In the winter there to die
And to stay
And sometimes I feel like turning back
The nostalgia comes again
The comfort of a friend
But I don't need your help
The same old feeling
The same old feeling
Credits
Writer(s): Laurel Bennett
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