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8 u+ o5 q( O, }8 lI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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The other on my heart
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I look around, turn the radio down
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0 @2 q! C8 k* S8 t6 W- q) gHe says baby is something wrong?# X- f2 `( l% D# G: m! X) W6 H6 M
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song, x; r' D% }9 ]2 W* w& u$ t; c
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% _6 Q+ L4 S P) M' gAnd he says...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window7 g9 f- X2 z% G: i! S
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* a/ ?3 C2 l6 R: a9 tWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow8 E( }; y1 M$ }. o9 O) o4 ]1 h" ^
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1 C$ |$ t6 V' YOur song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”% q9 A. R8 o$ f# o) {6 c' k( z
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And when I got home ... before I said amen' } P) ?% A; \
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Asking God if he could play it again) G" h1 V' i) n6 P* @: t1 A4 P a
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# Z% {7 e0 B. h6 qI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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- }0 ^; O+ y* T# B" yHad gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown a-waaay1 C0 G/ X1 S3 K+ X# O
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed) k& H; s2 X1 ]7 V u+ Y% _' ^
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) y0 F4 {% T0 _6 CI almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,; \% u4 Q& J) m! m7 |+ z
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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 slow8 Z9 p r2 w( a) J3 W8 D1 F8 q
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0 Z1 B; ~) Z' a4 m% p3 FOur 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 amen& d" `$ v' {0 ?" J5 S
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Asking God if he could play it again
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' y x" P% g) a9 GI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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. c: @5 j& @+ y7 F ]* l: v! F7 eWaited for something to come along' Y7 r$ ^) o+ I( |5 W/ C% V3 E w
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That was as good as our song
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door! ~+ @/ d7 t: ?5 }/ ~+ T' s
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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Our song is the way he laughs
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: h% B/ ~+ o/ ?The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
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' i) w" R" k8 y& U, sAnd when I got home ... before I said amen8 H2 Y! B; B/ |; Q+ o* e
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Asking God if he could play it again...2 U$ W! p8 V! N: ~) a+ _' N
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea% D3 X5 A+ N" @, Z
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0 y6 K& c3 O( @I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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$ H9 u* s2 K7 j1 U9 R. Q TIn the front seat of his car L1 W0 \& {7 p, ~; l( o, ^
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) T0 k4 p9 H, SI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin: \8 P: j2 c, C5 j, m
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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