Our song taylor swift

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart
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I look around, turn the radio down! X9 u; m; @: g& W6 _
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He says baby is something wrong?' q9 I) ?2 R# X7 m1 D
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song. Y$ |* O$ T2 L/ ^4 K- s
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And he says...( y6 O& Q# o( S+ i
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Our song is the slamming screen door,4 S6 u+ ~( Y$ ^
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow7 V: a* m+ [4 d1 G
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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And when I got home ... before I said amen2 S2 u$ I: L! u' Z
      G A
Asking God if he could play it again
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day! h; f0 F3 H" I  Y6 w& w& w, z1 x
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on0 m% O4 T: k# s; B
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And lost and thrown a-waaay& q7 e- _! e. n+ A- `. {
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said...# c8 r. [; L: R& v+ H

D             Em
Our song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window1 V* W& p' ~  [6 G, K) _
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”& r7 v) |. h# ]( Y$ b) K
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And when I got home ... before I said amen: k. k6 P- }6 S5 N1 h9 Z
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Asking God if he could play it again0 m- l* W/ r: Q. X

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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along) A8 G( C& P% Z( B. T$ B
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That was as good as our song
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door4 x7 L1 x1 c$ k! [' J- S2 Z
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow3 V6 L: J: V# t; u* J1 j- ~
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
            Em
Our song is the way he laughs
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”  t/ M) ^$ w5 K9 G& |8 M, m+ A
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And when I got home ... before I said amen, U3 W) m2 E8 y9 p$ h
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Asking God if he could play it again.../ c4 d5 d+ _$ I8 }( Y
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea" z1 q9 t; ?$ P. N. }
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car( Y9 W1 v( H; p5 Y% l
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song---