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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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car % x( k r9 a! q [" Z- J( a N D Em! U9 U% I" P5 l6 @3 ~6 |3 f
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel0 s- J) F0 ?6 H' G9 C
G A # b) N, t* E1 ]& ]; aThe other on my heart% ?3 B2 U4 o* S0 }7 r
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I look around, turn the radio down( ] C4 A/ x5 U. ^. B
G A 3 O9 v9 [; i. o* m$ T7 S2 v& L! t. ~He says baby is something wrong?- E$ n; [% n( r9 ]
D Em G A : b+ h3 I1 e. @I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song 0 M, O& _* X0 a4 X( x+ S' x' ^N.C$ |0 Y! H7 ~% r$ }; \
And he says...! ~2 L% J$ j8 _% g5 w
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Our song is the slamming screen door, ; T4 K9 `8 M9 R- A4 O0 \! AG A & ?/ n Z. I4 [0 c4 x& X) j: QSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window - G/ u3 ~7 x2 xD Em G c1 I, k6 y, j( @
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow 6 u; q8 Q3 ^9 V2 @) S. X9 U A D- I: t% n8 M% W3 k. e G4 G
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know) @0 q7 t! N: D, d2 G/ `
Em 2 e! r7 [( T) _* B7 M ROur song is the way you laugh( ?- L8 j. A) }5 k; ^! J& ?+ L
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”0 ~1 k1 V" W, X& g
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And when I got home ... before I said amen8 \3 M8 W4 y, w: Q. M1 N
G A ; p5 T. x( o+ f( y" X; R d8 OAsking God if he could play it again 0 X7 ]) j$ {, a1 k$ w1 l+ ]0 U8 O. X( d/ Y% p; A; \ U' p6 F( Z1 W# ~3 w9 b* ^
D Em G A , u( B1 F0 y: j! o3 p+ m 8 E% Z" E. S* ^" h0 j' H5 l( uD Em G A ; y+ ?# ]8 ^! L5 Q' w9 \% u( zI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day : d! {: ?% k* X) M$ p D Em s& e* D' N7 o; `8 iHad gone all wrong or been trampled on2 e6 [ b' U- K/ f Q
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And lost and thrown a-waaay' p3 m1 D1 j. B, N, h
D Em G A 7 x% r1 {$ X ]4 d ~8 KGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed 6 E9 _% B4 I5 e D Em& Z/ T& C% p% L- {
I almost didn’t notice all the roses% Z, L+ e+ Z `: w
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And the note that said...9 o1 t/ A8 ~7 f1 C0 D5 F
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D Em ' n) J; C0 ]0 j3 p8 K) tOur song is the slamming screen door, 7 f8 g" w$ T8 b# r, g: t+ l, IG A 3 B- M' l2 G+ N8 PSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window& f9 L! H* A. ?2 X. _" o
D Em G & ?# _) o" K4 z$ U! e! T8 ^9 LWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow7 Q: D) m! e: W4 G
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Our song is the way you laugh$ N3 [3 V/ D( s/ v& d4 F6 V
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” 2 }( M4 j4 {6 F) o% jEm G Em 9 |2 d) C1 E- pAnd when I got home ... before I said amen ) d+ ^9 I# I _$ j/ v G A) O: M2 l6 _6 i( W$ L% ?
Asking God if he could play it again - f0 u+ s: y) s4 G9 ^1 l , _% D( n7 t9 p; |8 WD Em G A& {4 U7 L5 v5 P4 t3 r! G
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Em G # b' y- K8 T# c* ~/ zI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio ! p4 r9 b% T' eD A Em. X7 Q9 q2 V M; Y( [
Waited for something to come along / \& f# @6 ?, A1 e2 i4 [9 l G , B" K Q& d8 a @1 D, LThat was as good as our song; y4 W) I" F8 ?) B% u A) U9 E3 K
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door - ^6 H+ [, y1 E5 y/ M) U' pG A D $ a' _0 t# ~' i* f. J8 f4 ^- ~$ Z. OSneaking out late, tapping on his window3 f% g. n- w4 r& h$ M
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know + y& X- q1 G# I8 o Em # S& H: M& j _Our song is the way he laughs 4 E! |4 t. k1 C9 Q: D/ d! } G A 0 L4 O* q& V3 h6 I6 X XThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”* {6 Z) G3 P* m9 X
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And when I got home ... before I said amen# {0 j' G& L# Y% c( G0 O" L* D) f! \
G A D Em G A 4 R2 m% j* o0 D1 VAsking God if he could play it again... 1 k: R: Q& ~0 Y: i7 Y! W3 ]" H0 ^2 r 8 X" B* Z9 _2 D: F; a/ X8 j8 ~0 p0 \4 E. T. t _1 ~
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea ) Q' c; z" K4 l! P% h8 p 2 o5 \# f: n& I% p+ A D Em! v6 s3 T* ]" L* N
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone , P6 J2 s( c( O5 k {9 c G A : h5 E" w# Q$ x; m: EIn the front seat of his car + ?& i. z$ Q9 V- u; qD Em$ G# v7 f5 q+ q- T
I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin , e( D c. y. H) X5 s; k G : j6 E, Z$ E, Y. _) h% Z+ `% ?And I... wrote down our song---作者: cathy191919 時間: 2010-12-15 01:02
