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* u) `; r0 N D) y6 bI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car' Y Z% U9 l8 h P; y9 d
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8 g V' L: m9 b4 v6 o4 eThe other on my heart. M- u( {2 s4 k0 O" M# ]* t
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* j% {1 y- ]+ e( BI look around, turn the radio down2 z9 T% G6 A& A% A/ Y4 g& D" n
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He says baby is something wrong?
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8 h2 M% _6 A8 J! Q z% CI say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song1 O# G% I: n/ |3 S6 K) |: z
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$ F. D! M" g3 L" g( TAnd he says...
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% i* Y' m" S8 r/ POur song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window* N* J+ l4 Z3 g
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6 { A2 I/ p+ z5 @3 }5 `When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow! w8 {$ e2 F, e3 G; B
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- M0 I5 H1 q, ^# u2 k* {& o1 LOur song is the way you laugh1 P" f/ R7 o. r# [3 c8 T
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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; G s* W- N# W
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' k/ b( S5 i# |4 f% A3 v" jAsking God if he could play it again. @+ E( g/ J& v5 O/ ?
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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( E4 t7 B1 h f0 H* f& |Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown a-waaay
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. z2 q. b8 c7 Y; {3 z: gGot 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...2 ] Q4 U" V/ \2 @' u& g3 C. c
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. A/ F8 }" Y3 |+ X$ f! r% F; }Our song is the slamming screen door,
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow- V* K8 h( b/ E2 h+ N- [) {
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Our song is the way you laugh( | ?& b/ G! _7 o6 \) ?& x
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; P# J. I5 Y( @& u, \9 vThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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2 x' I* O! w- g$ P4 B3 LAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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* w# }. @3 L9 d9 _4 C# {. }Asking God if he could play it again* U" p# c9 h1 W; @. K4 E7 D' B
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Waited for something to come along9 K( I3 M' P' D/ Z2 @- g3 G
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1 e5 h( \0 M. z3 j* ^That was as good as our song3 j1 k! d6 C' g. D6 a6 N: a
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: I/ N* e- C, ^4 RCause our song is the slamming screen door% T; q5 v K5 Q% K1 ?3 i1 ^: Z
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know& W# S9 [. y: C/ X: G P7 Y
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Our song is the way he laughs
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5 c7 K, A1 U" B7 ?/ h" JThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
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- X O1 q/ I& V6 m+ T& [+ z# GAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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8 A0 e7 r1 H) n! V9 J5 wAsking God if he could play it again...
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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In the front seat of his car
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; }$ I5 v7 _2 s: W5 b7 \8 JI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin* @4 n$ K- j4 u- K
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
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