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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel% h- |! D+ B/ K1 ]1 o% W
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The other on my heart
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! _+ a- b4 n0 X; sI look around, turn the radio down! a* u* }& L3 W
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% S: E% v* F! a* K. ]8 MHe says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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1 @ P" }' N* X# R' D" rAnd he says...
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' q) ~" r6 I$ A8 o s, EOur song is the slamming screen door,3 S. p z5 W. Q$ q
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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5 J c/ u% y6 ?) G- zWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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0 Z) g& n Q6 V) b0 rCause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh p% w% f- n: e4 P5 z/ k2 P
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”2 A+ u* N3 |* Z: m
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9 j2 w4 s( z( y9 { y: M" E0 |: n# KAnd when I got home ... before I said amen! R* {/ K9 h/ ]2 z' P
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# J$ _4 h1 f! W- |Asking God if he could play it again3 a8 _2 k8 A2 @/ ^3 o; e
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6 `3 {0 W# q4 p+ q2 D% f' g9 uI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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' x v. G4 L- R# f1 u( \Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown a-waaay. k1 u! q" R8 `" n4 b; r4 J( N2 F2 @/ f4 L
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed1 E& A$ i5 [$ s4 r; X
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8 B& g) N. [+ z. oI almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said...
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Our song is the slamming screen door, N: [( k L4 {4 N6 f
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow" y5 m- j: r; M8 c9 E7 m
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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. p9 r ~! b" z6 q2 `
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”5 U5 J9 V0 |1 K; S. \
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5 z1 ^" P! M9 ^* N' ~. gAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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, j; s# r# ^1 b, o+ JAsking God if he could play it again
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio* E! j- v0 K, j8 F1 c
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0 |2 M! [) F. `+ m5 O2 |4 G7 NWaited for something to come along
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% G' Q+ V6 K, Y2 a- rThat was as good as our song1 i* O e2 y7 V) ~
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door3 K" X1 U1 d" { `" U1 X( j: k
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window2 v o% H$ [4 e0 G3 @8 X+ N
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know
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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”4 f5 h' h- b" Q+ `* g
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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 napkin
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. h4 }- N) Q( i& J- G# dAnd I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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