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( M  S+ R0 w$ t% a% z  s+ b
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The other on my heart
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I look around, turn the radio down
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He says baby is something wrong?5 O) `# R5 o: s, ~. E2 |0 K) E
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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...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,1 i" V* M+ c, O+ K# ^4 j
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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
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Our song is the way you laugh+ _% o- N) C3 x, w$ o
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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; k0 F6 t  Q) y; c; m( k3 c
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Asking God if he could play it again! h* e( e* Y7 ?! c. X9 p# k

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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day/ T! O& M* u3 d: z- P
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown a-waaay# e2 L, Z1 I5 T" L5 s" @) z
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed$ s& t& R! J7 J4 j2 H
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses& f' W, m1 I: r8 d9 i
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And the note that said...

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Our song is the slamming screen door,& x+ a! k. ^4 p: k. q: |. G
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window' u7 d8 ?4 P8 W
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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
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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”6 s- D2 J1 v- H* ?% @  O
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And when I got home ... before I said amen+ s6 M* b" g9 e
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Asking God if he could play it again3 G: o) w. ]0 v! j
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along
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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
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know5 `( Q/ W$ B: Q  r
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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”
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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
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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 napkin5 q  {0 v2 _/ p' @" s
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And I... wrote down our song---