標題: Our song taylor swift [打印本頁] 作者: fb00079051 時間: 2009-7-9 15:38 標題: Our song taylor swift
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" d; i4 N, b3 Y D A Em G 4 ]$ g; }" N0 X% g c2 B$ w- B2 RI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car 4 B( {8 ?- ~! f6 q9 A( T6 s ^ D Em & L! H; S- t7 }/ z EHe’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel. x' p" i8 u6 C" y; q2 g; n- g
G A , X+ G# W8 L" v6 RThe other on my heart 6 H+ z; F! K; _; LD Em # Z. p6 n+ {4 c3 o& XI look around, turn the radio down 2 l1 K- u b$ I$ x( J8 k G A' I! Z9 V, d3 ~( k; z4 K
He says baby is something wrong?2 U5 u0 \5 ], n7 c5 U# H$ E
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song 9 ]( g% ]7 B& @0 G7 n+ CN.C+ d. p0 Y( A# }+ L! `
And he says... . O8 @. j5 i! R+ V6 B3 W " ^/ I* I, C% z! ED Em4 \3 N$ J- \- [# E- ~
Our song is the slamming screen door,2 G" i! I: h9 u: [
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window* e9 n* `8 v& r# f. _' f6 G
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow 7 N; z6 q# R! D2 U. g6 r8 ` A D / |' y% S) _8 H: ~$ yCause it’s late and your mama don’t know : C) }- x J( R4 ]# u0 A4 C* S Em * @3 {9 z0 k' m6 `, l6 ]5 OOur song is the way you laugh2 [# T* ]7 h6 e4 T0 H
G A 6 J% _2 A; q8 w" X9 t3 m* e* t( q- ]. eThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” ! l6 I( y0 s1 w5 R. rEm G Em ! f l! P) B& b. R5 `7 s. _3 n- aAnd when I got home ... before I said amen! V! D6 G4 r$ \( {8 ^% ~7 p' j
G A ( J0 [$ C& C) A- F; H% [4 kAsking God if he could play it again 5 p; L8 F3 x: ^0 Y: c * K: F! A8 P& ~8 s" @# n: H! \ @D Em G A & D( l L0 {- v6 z& z1 a5 Z2 \* F% E6 \8 J H3 S O
D Em G A 1 V* ?+ a5 u6 S' T9 H$ dI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day! g* ?. y. c& d6 k$ ?& f
D Em ' Q! C4 \( d5 C, p; ZHad gone all wrong or been trampled on, p6 c2 M7 L4 z3 ~' N3 x
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And lost and thrown a-waaay1 I% ], `( m* J, b1 q& ?9 @
D Em G A 9 X1 b" P" x: Z3 W1 ]* ?: x# W; uGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed8 [( v/ c1 Y% m8 a! M
D Em 9 C$ w: ? W9 q' M. ]$ b) RI almost didn’t notice all the roses/ x; T7 I7 D3 m
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And the note that said.... P, H5 X) V# }/ n5 Y
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Our song is the slamming screen door,- a, f* G6 z+ q. S( A8 r
G A 6 j1 m! V3 t: F! g vSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window4 j* |- N% z9 I1 v/ k
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow ^6 A8 v% @+ d0 n A D) N6 S7 b( x' F S+ ^! \3 p
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know 3 d# p* y$ M$ T: s0 _; F$ ~% u Em 2 O6 ^, ^* s ]& E6 q1 O i4 a, ?8 \Our song is the way you laugh 6 Q+ \6 X( l6 y2 w: u5 } G A) ^: q7 [5 o+ u) ?1 J# m
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”$ x# S F. j7 s6 t: P' @- D$ ?
Em G Em * y/ v% Q7 g: IAnd when I got home ... before I said amen & \; K; |1 u5 J5 E G A $ C9 V$ J" F% v! B* L+ eAsking God if he could play it again 3 o: O+ @# J! p- ~1 g/ Y: \$ z, C3 X! l/ c
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio# v4 i- |; B" t. O4 k I
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Waited for something to come along1 H2 p- W, K5 A5 Q* k
G " W, x0 T2 N; `6 }That was as good as our song % }, L4 ^* O2 D3 ?1 j8 [2 }' i2 b; m$ Y+ }' `, N: }) W' I# b! \
D Em * b6 W: k% i; `( D& N+ tCause our song is the slamming screen door + o( @. n/ R' I9 T4 A7 Z; \5 @. eG A D1 v8 t* h! v! z! m ~
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window* C0 M3 @% @; E. J
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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow ' }/ a" ?' U- k2 i) z6 J& A A D+ p3 W+ F2 O5 [0 X6 r
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know ) Q1 b1 e7 \7 ^- I Em5 j9 |, I- G$ ?7 ~
Our song is the way he laughs 5 F8 ]/ _$ [( Y0 [ G A) r# m" ~1 u$ \+ f* R
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”& h- [! d" t8 P! t- K5 m) s: N
Em G Em + d. R9 c" n' B, \* a! lAnd when I got home ... before I said amen% n5 d- [0 \0 @4 f3 m: T$ o
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Asking God if he could play it again... 4 J( C0 x) ~/ r1 R* a. F8 Q " m, S3 i4 | e
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D Em G A D Em G A : K# h: I9 Q$ M0 D. l' VPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea* }, \. U! Z9 C i7 V$ S
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone # n8 |1 G$ h( F2 ?( C G A, N3 n% A& c7 i
In the front seat of his car " Y3 } Z/ t O. t6 f+ g) \3 rD Em ) M6 A: p6 [* E. rI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin W, M1 c# L4 v4 i G 9 K/ ^5 Q! l/ y, H7 @And I... wrote down our song---作者: cathy191919 時間: 2010-12-15 01:02
