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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. o+ N% k2 H1 `& v: ]
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I look around, turn the radio down
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song9 \/ ]! y# q" D' F! ]5 O
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7 `) y+ f% r, E$ E ^0 }% ~4 kAnd he says...% e, T9 q$ z2 F, `) H' V& o$ E
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3 D7 m" p9 d' p8 G6 G$ N5 l( B8 hOur song is the slamming screen door,
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window3 h8 a* \( g; b# g4 j
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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 know2 U" t1 c: L z7 s: e$ {
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* b# T( P; s5 G* z8 POur song is the way you laugh
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4 {- n& V2 D( D+ _1 J; qThe 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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! p) z; z/ L6 G, p$ Z5 b4 rAsking God if he could play it again" N' }0 ~* T6 p" @( m! r6 g* m
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x7 S$ L9 n- j, @0 u; @I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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And lost and thrown a-waaay
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' q9 j7 }5 m$ ?4 b% ~% ]3 rGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed5 F- m) j& J/ U
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,$ A t# T# B2 S9 } ~
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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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F! t2 o, q/ F& o9 w) ?' QAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again! w& Z5 k' w* O- U9 w8 l, y4 Q
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' \$ `6 Y- D ~3 o1 |I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio& D3 v2 x9 ~+ \( B# A6 b
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song% |( b! N0 P5 f: t4 q
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5 E! G, _! j y# N+ z0 `Cause our song is the slamming screen door
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Our song is the way he laughs2 |2 @, c6 E7 o& d8 Y, L" Y: ^
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. }! D' k: V! K; g- r! MPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea: K) q; q1 ?. A6 I& S6 ]
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; m/ {. J9 O1 J1 N- P, F' mI was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car
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4 { a* s) o2 LI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
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