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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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8 v& a* `( b5 x! a% X) M+ QThe other on my heart* X; B } l! U! R I1 a
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I look around, turn the radio down. e& _( }# f9 A; l4 r
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He says baby is something wrong?$ T9 M. R+ ]' p6 P$ `3 x
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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8 I7 J+ f P# I+ d/ z+ A- AAnd he says...& P; C4 Z8 i0 `" E
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" o% c: _1 x' r: E7 S( }Our song is the slamming screen door,
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2 G3 j, M) C2 pOur song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”2 z' I% D8 E8 P/ I5 | F
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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" n2 H; q; j# J5 tAsking God if he could play it again( c, k/ S2 t+ A/ U
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0 `: G$ p- x5 _8 O) a: f4 jI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day Z! z4 a6 D- |0 q- L/ L
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And lost and thrown a-waaay
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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...
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% g+ g* g1 s8 y' O/ @# OOur song is the slamming screen door,
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow; A/ N$ I o4 q3 `: }, w8 N
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Our song is the way you laugh9 \& a) A4 f6 T4 w8 u
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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 amen
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5 S y S3 t& h6 ]* B) @0 TAsking God if he could play it again1 h D6 x: l% r1 L
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Da da da da
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6 k- A; M i3 b6 M _; @! pI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio$ m* T" [/ ?; i( @
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$ r$ W( o( V3 F" r3 y9 JWaited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song4 P( c, }( W& K: m1 f5 m: s
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door. @" O. G, i; h/ Q8 o
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window& H' r" s& ^; K# C# s/ ~
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6 G J* k5 o# b, YOur song is the way he laughs
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
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And when I got home ... before I said amen8 ~4 k/ E4 U1 i$ l4 h9 v) U
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Asking God if he could play it again...
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea+ w) ?* {+ ?; v. H' j6 N
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n" L% j* A5 R; u* BI was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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