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! H& J1 ?4 n5 D. f: C% u& d
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The other on my heart
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I look around, turn the radio down; @- b" n1 z& R0 i
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He says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song" ?# U9 H* g( K; r
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And he says...- Z' o. @5 p! t( t2 b& e5 X

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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window8 `" D: h# v& L! j# B' H" ^
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow  z* k6 M5 ^3 c6 D, c" h3 |
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh8 \* D9 l% \( R" Q( N
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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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Asking God if he could play it again

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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day! g" R; P' g9 m2 |
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown a-waaay) {2 _- C4 K$ N" M0 ^
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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 roses8 o1 [( w& Y; R+ V
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And the note that said...% `5 R) q6 l8 S* q$ z
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Our song is the slamming screen door," T9 a  c. L# W, M) H
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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 slow( u' f  l3 S' S9 B2 F: u+ V5 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 amen
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Asking God if he could play it again+ {  F1 C5 O- ]$ [6 }* Y

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      Da da da da
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio% t9 Q- L' h1 x3 c& J  Q( }# P
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song- W+ E# e0 {9 Q3 {, J
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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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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow! E8 V% ]2 m5 Q* \% l) p
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
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Our song is the way he laughs
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”+ s1 E7 h1 h& p& T) r
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And when I got home ... before I said amen/ n5 G7 X' E5 V5 A
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Asking God if he could play it again..." Q7 R" ^. v) S6 z( C- K- Z) p: A
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone6 A  p5 Y& E7 t1 y+ Z! ]: p
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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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And I... wrote down our song---