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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car# H" _: I3 W7 c9 C
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart0 P L1 z8 @, ?: W& D2 A
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I look around, turn the radio down3 E) W+ v+ ^! Y
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+ v9 ^7 r$ r0 }7 fHe says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song w; ^, k( A$ z. B. @, G
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And he says...9 }+ X. |3 c% S. B6 S3 ~, v
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9 U- D6 F4 P, O I/ fOur song is the slamming screen door,4 ], i( }6 G5 ~3 Q
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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 slow9 E0 {: F3 X/ J& g! d* N9 Y+ s- o+ t
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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. Y/ Y8 B* W+ H& x2 p( HOur song is the way you laugh, X" j4 W: I4 ^( C- n
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( f: H9 Y8 W2 mThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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( S2 ?- z% t: t1 F: ?, q0 `& UAnd when I got home ... before I said amen& Q$ Z. j9 j. ]3 O3 u
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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
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on' Z5 |% G0 v$ o7 O6 l
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* K. w8 h! k* e7 d, |, J# WGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses2 h6 s2 E8 o- |4 y! l {! b
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' I; f; a2 z2 DAnd the note that said...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,9 T* Z# |1 \" j1 q
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window; Q2 F4 T8 o( t( b2 @! o% ~/ m
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know5 `. c. _8 o- G+ b* s6 {5 C) \
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% Y% s `. m$ d! c5 S# Q" tAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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That was as good as our song
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8 p& o: t1 W! M% {8 j6 Q# P( fOur song is the way he laughs4 j, y# K* a' B( F! C- \: j1 ~
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”6 j' x* p( i# N6 q
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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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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea3 J4 v$ W/ @& Q. e+ o
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone/ h: U3 U: D* P! k* T w! M
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9 a8 W4 }5 [' C3 _I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song--- |