Our song taylor swift

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car6 d; @0 u9 M0 \' C# s
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart" J1 q+ T! b% R5 k, _  H- ~) ~& v  g* @
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I look around, turn the radio down
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He says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song. r8 h" t8 u6 ?1 N
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And he says...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window0 R: b4 J5 }7 z4 Q3 R& e: [1 B" Y3 q
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow- A  @% C* w* a/ n. a/ B( k, y& B
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know% K# r' e( p2 c1 ?) K" i3 |# t0 Z
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Our song is the way you laugh9 i6 C" b1 ~( n- F* Y1 a& A
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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$ W* I9 H/ ?# l5 s
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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, j9 }' X3 E$ v5 L
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on  t4 Q- S: ]2 M2 J! ]0 I, W
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And lost and thrown a-waaay" _9 @0 V% h" y
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses& T! n4 p/ |$ q- ~2 p3 x
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And the note that said...: q/ ], b: U) u; |! u, u' [: R

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Our song is the slamming screen door,. u/ E! a4 d& }1 H
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window$ q" s, _* g1 r6 `" Y0 t
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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, ~+ `- I, i4 {8 g0 f- n* U# a
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Our song is the way you laugh$ D6 n: k" ~5 [# K: M
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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
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Asking God if he could play it again
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio4 C4 |1 I( a  L0 j
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Waited for something to come along) }) F2 }3 u5 r2 C/ E" o. u) q
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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: W. \7 @0 `& g0 G. N) F# C' O# X9 b( C
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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 know
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Our song is the way he laughs! I5 [! ]$ q% D. \
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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# l: d" e# a7 i- j! i- Y2 u+ j8 J
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car3 K7 @. @- b! y8 P
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin8 b/ y. _6 _" c1 r
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And I... wrote down our song---