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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car/ R8 Y0 B2 j- N/ x" x8 ~$ j; `
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel/ p% P" f0 x+ K
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5 B# o+ y9 e- q. M) S/ NThe other on my heart: D& `2 m1 z* K: Q
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% C. j! r4 X. f# H: T1 YI look around, turn the radio down+ U+ ?* w) o% ~5 m
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He says baby is something wrong?
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$ G8 u3 }+ V& }4 k% }& zI say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song, m' B# @0 }9 Y5 T
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3 O- X; b0 c: X) ?/ P3 v1 POur song is the slamming screen door,% D- K; c5 @& ?0 C' Z: w
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8 [8 m9 ~0 l1 Y4 aSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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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 amen
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4 F( ]! L: g. l# D3 s- a0 mAsking God if he could play it again
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( h+ d1 u' _+ O& b# GI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day% h" @ C$ L; l* n$ `/ K
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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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" B4 g% u8 x; t1 {' [& DAnd the note that said...
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; u6 V& [! D0 Z" E/ `5 ~# iOur song is the slamming screen door,
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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”5 P" W4 M- B x: I7 Q/ k
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6 J& U' G' D0 E/ o5 z. I! RAsking God if he could play it again
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio w* ]/ ]0 N4 u" C" x
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6 ]* G5 k5 `3 ^) gWaited for something to come along
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( M7 U1 P' h3 [: d6 X5 A+ xThat was as good as our song
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2 x/ Z+ k V! P6 i4 q1 P% Z1 x* Z* bCause our song is the slamming screen door' K7 e0 u8 v/ R) o5 T G
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0 J! ~/ D' ~ S: }; \' `' @4 CThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”% y& n! p8 ]* n5 }- I
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6 u7 J% H) [) }; XPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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, J4 n U* Q* p: K2 KIn the front seat of his car
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0 \* G7 |4 p% N. @! \; X& d( y) }I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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