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 wheel% ]1 g3 w1 C+ y0 O
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The other on my heart/ [6 }3 w9 \/ B7 g
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I look around, turn the radio down# E: Y) z3 V( k% w5 n$ |& \9 Y2 o6 G
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He says baby is something wrong?3 {0 K( b* P$ \& d) K% g6 A, l2 G/ e
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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...+ f8 x7 }' W+ p$ m7 h; e
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Our song is the slamming screen door,+ i# S: D" ?3 ]& e" k8 F
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window& E# n+ p  p! D) m* l, w. H
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow: a3 @/ P* f, T0 L9 m
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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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”/ p5 q# l: ?; [6 m
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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; T7 |7 E+ J9 y0 V( g. ^

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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) [, F$ q: [2 [' e8 a# f
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And lost and thrown a-waaay
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed4 C- Y- x# n* h- G  S2 c
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses+ F* d2 i- V$ F1 ?0 @
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And the note that said...6 {* |. ~' J2 U& g  m9 A5 G" Z% C  ^

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Our song is the slamming screen door,8 {$ B, c1 w5 f* ^/ N& l, }# O# l
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window! x9 S5 U! U2 g5 F
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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/ w  S* I! \' ~  v" N4 A
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Our song is the way you laugh" P7 {8 Y+ V4 `. Z5 A* v
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”6 c: d2 c$ f% \. r$ Z
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And when I got home ... before I said amen4 @0 Q/ o$ P+ K* _8 U
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Asking God if he could play it again6 w' t" t% @  p9 `2 j
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio  i2 }4 F- |3 g4 C. s
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Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song

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Cause our song is the slamming screen door5 n( b' b/ U6 i7 }( G
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window( O: x" S# Q6 U$ a
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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow9 O; m7 G3 O- Q0 }! ~! E
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know' L* ~/ s% W, k* Y
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Our song is the way he laughs6 ^9 N  v5 d6 ]  p- D) x7 I, e2 j1 S$ R
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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 amen9 V" {5 T, f# D7 A* x
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Asking God if he could play it again...* z" ^. ^& x0 w. v* U6 p; R' N8 i

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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea" I% T" P0 q/ {/ a5 w8 Q, l$ g. q
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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In the front seat of his car' |5 O3 `6 x2 P! ]
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song---