Our song taylor swift

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car; U' w( A( a# p- m! B0 u
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart# J. S7 w/ h2 X, C# P# A
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I look around, turn the radio down( ]9 V) a8 \. Y- \
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He says baby is something wrong?, k7 J, H8 F* U$ Z
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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And he says...4 a4 o! O* R0 w9 S0 h
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Our song is the slamming screen door,3 l; _1 u/ W7 T
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window7 ?* H% y4 e$ }1 A8 q
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know" Y* V7 y2 i+ L0 v. \7 ^
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Our song is the way you laugh5 ?5 L: C# D! _2 w1 j9 V
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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 amen2 [/ c! i  `# G* p+ _! E( }9 m
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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 day9 E+ P0 p% I- I
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on8 I4 k, K! }- o$ b' F$ s3 A
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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’ bed2 `& g* h8 _5 v
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said...7 e& t5 B( X8 b$ v

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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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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
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know) b# k" u/ x+ b) c
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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”0 X% g$ u, L6 k4 a$ k- a7 s
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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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      Da da da da
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along9 I. m% S- ?1 _, ]; E) U2 J
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That was as good as our song

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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) ~8 N' o* x: h0 \+ \& G
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know  [  x' Y  ?: k5 z4 u. q! A- X% |
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Our song is the way he laughs$ k: g! C/ D3 H7 F0 y5 C) U
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”" O- t5 }) {; G( I3 g$ p) U
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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 yea  F! E2 Z1 \: {! M: a: U
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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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---