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
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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?4 Z/ y9 O' u6 f/ G6 w8 A1 n% F; T
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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,. h2 `, C% W& s: h6 z
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window- H8 d& \% y" ~7 ~9 e& K9 N
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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 know9 {; D  }5 R/ e
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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”
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And when I got home ... before I said amen. W8 c8 I& s7 J; `
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Asking God if he could play it again3 a+ h2 M5 d3 S7 ~

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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; G  Q- R0 t5 s; b8 B9 H
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And lost and thrown a-waaay" M- p  z9 I' O2 P2 {
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed, Q4 s4 M$ Z* G9 A# U, m
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses& c& s$ E/ U$ s! r: h. y
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And the note that said...8 {: r; H5 f6 Q0 p) M& e# w
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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
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Our song is the way you laugh/ T- V# M9 H! a- Q' p
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”3 f/ f0 R: {# Y! U9 E( }9 y/ u% x" q
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And when I got home ... before I said amen; S7 U" ^0 B6 m& F. Q: x) n4 A
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Asking God if he could play it again
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio* @. B6 T2 V6 v* D) H, M
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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& r- u3 l0 c6 D. w% ]
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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 slow7 T; }0 ^! ^% Z
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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* E# O. T4 e8 D! \5 _
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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 napkin
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And I... wrote down our song---