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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car# k2 e8 Z8 D4 R, g& X4 _# F. U7 M
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The other on my heart
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" ~) p+ U; A% I$ ~5 \" [( nI look around, turn the radio down6 X: i/ Z" _( t: A
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: v$ [; H9 |7 q8 w: BHe says baby is something wrong?% \' Y% h1 |- Y4 y
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+ Q, h' n: X4 l0 F7 x ~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,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window/ G/ P2 s' P9 F' v' v3 C t, ~
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' e7 _4 x7 G0 O* z: mWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow" {2 K8 ^, F% O1 z9 x
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know# X( w6 p; l6 w& G! [
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Our song is the way you laugh7 Z, ^1 R" q$ l, ~. t
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$ w1 g. ^4 w* L1 N+ P" w( jThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”7 x0 S7 {; Q8 F5 E% F* r5 C
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, w; Y3 s1 T- N" C- {% T& [6 EAnd when I got home ... before I said amen: e& N8 L* U" y: h( g3 l- M
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Asking God if he could play it again" h- o3 }$ O" y- s
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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% I4 r0 ]9 b4 s& K1 [
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed+ X7 F, |9 ^5 j% n
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said.... X Y0 f& L y7 W( x u& _
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Our song is the slamming screen door,+ d3 \3 O2 `5 c& y9 ^( O7 @5 M7 H A
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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# B4 e, M ?1 Q% l/ MCause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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6 D* w9 h0 s! _( ?Our song is the way you laugh
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' \, s: p+ O% O2 i7 X# \; gAsking God if he could play it again# |5 B7 b( f( L1 Z! `6 b4 |0 S
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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6 L* D4 U0 A' u4 H& {3 d5 h3 ~* eWaited for something to come along/ [/ f& x7 S* z$ a; y- [/ e
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That was as good as our song
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9 E9 b B5 u- v3 I4 MThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
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' I: X/ L) I# [ q# `+ u" ~: eAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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4 R3 E, ]$ ^! a0 ZAsking God if he could play it again...6 ]' v) v: m. [" y- \! J
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9 Y! f3 c+ j3 X1 i K* T kPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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