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 wheel3 ^  l! n3 E' c8 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?* L+ [$ m+ D6 {# q) `/ N- h  K& F
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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,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window+ J3 g) M7 C7 Z$ w0 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 know8 g" c% z/ c4 ?" V: T* ~, Y- H
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Our song is the way you laugh, @' J* w  w" I/ ~9 k9 S
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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 was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day" ~' [2 O4 [9 J) C* Y0 U
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on% h. p1 t$ t( Q3 j, ?6 c' k
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And lost and thrown a-waaay( H) {- u4 G0 ]* g3 A9 ]! v, k( F0 Z
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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
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And the note that said...% Y* T1 R5 Y, W4 ?
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Our song is the slamming screen door,8 G8 F' r# R& \% R
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window3 S7 ^" _# d) W. v, b8 ?8 v$ V* m* l
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow5 j$ ?! `% x* H7 ~1 E! O- V
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know' J6 u' X. [& v% E4 h# |
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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: s$ l5 z) Z: ~% o4 u7 |
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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
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Waited for something to come along0 [7 R  q, g6 }1 ?& i
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That was as good as our song8 U- A4 S" i8 R7 S

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Cause our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window0 @6 q5 V3 E; S
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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
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”( C1 |- u& c/ F
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And when I got home ... before I said amen/ u6 x3 P& h9 Y8 @6 \, k! M
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Asking God if he could play it again...7 O1 L2 U" Z/ y+ k$ e
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea$ M  v* `' s0 H; Y- Y" B5 W

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone: n$ ?* Y3 m8 g, x: v, Y3 Q1 b
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In the front seat of his car2 W  O9 F( m. u
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song---