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5 T2 T# u7 q$ L- r, Q6 xI 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 heart2 X1 \+ N4 w) n H1 l0 G2 q
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! F* i* B# W4 b6 _, aI look around, turn the radio down9 R9 z" k! N# U9 J. r$ a
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6 W7 |) y3 J: T; }" j& c9 c; AHe says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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And he says...! c, V% [$ [; }! p& ]6 q
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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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- H: D* |! G2 ~# F$ tWhen 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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4 }" o8 p* @4 @( ^( R x8 _Our song is the way you laugh. S! Z+ e5 W |
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$ g( c; O: h! k* G7 R/ v! IThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”* \0 o4 Z; {) v: U
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' e0 t1 f9 H$ ^0 b* E kAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again2 U* ]9 |/ y+ a8 k) ?( z8 R: S
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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And lost and thrown a-waaay( `5 X4 m/ i2 M5 E8 `8 o
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed' s* H# K0 {+ C& r# d8 ~' t! X
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. x: y6 j! D, k8 fI almost didn’t notice all the roses! p2 q+ v9 Q' i
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0 q5 @5 [; n- sAnd the note that said...
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# F( B2 @0 ^% ]* h! F+ t4 xOur song is the slamming screen door,# w3 z: W+ `9 s+ m# F' ^0 a$ A
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow8 |5 T) t$ H$ W3 y" n
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know. }9 N# A$ e+ L6 z7 F
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0 \/ s; u" d1 E& b6 f$ {6 U+ DThe 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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0 N% Z, H. J8 {$ [# z9 f- {3 qAsking God if he could play it again
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio! r( q' T, k1 J8 g* c" e
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song8 A N% U/ ?- V
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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Our song is the way he laughs, V. U6 p B; v% A
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+ c6 A2 z- E- _( l; I# ]# u6 O1 iThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”- \$ `- K5 i e4 o9 X
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3 Y$ V) t% j) d; V2 x; XAnd when I got home ... before I said amen+ g$ @' J' \ C- z: I* ^
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Asking God if he could play it again...
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5 c! y, f& b% IPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea" n5 ] [* @0 d: T& N2 u
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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" p% C) B9 u7 p/ B- ~And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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