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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car8 x8 I/ F: C/ T+ K2 Y# B/ ~2 Q
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/ N9 [3 t1 M) `3 o, vThe other on my heart* v; R7 u3 u2 F& ^: [+ g% P
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Y+ w) p3 G# _- fI look around, turn the radio down4 V2 E1 |9 |/ c7 m& ~
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2 u& }" {/ T0 E3 sHe says baby is something wrong?" w, Y! e) C2 v
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song2 s8 |( W2 Q# F
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* V( n( r1 ~3 S4 ?. y: U, t1 uOur song is the slamming screen door,+ z0 S, ?; L O- U K# @/ j) N
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) ^; _' k6 P& X% i7 @Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window2 @- b8 L* x) X- @
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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, A( w0 w' y' _+ W E2 _8 {Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know' K. i, Z8 i L. Z U5 f3 y
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Our song is the way you laugh/ |5 T B* q* D
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”7 c( C; P- {5 Q9 @
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And when I got home ... before I said amen' E- E* Y% F" @) ~
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Asking God if he could play it again% j" g& S) V2 N2 |" R/ {
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day: M% T9 ?! \" A' X, g. Y
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on' m" ]7 F/ D) \) u- `3 v) k$ I
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- X! s4 g+ I- a3 \And lost and thrown a-waaay
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed1 x! F1 P$ x6 M% d4 o; K( d& M+ Q
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses7 q9 |3 V, k6 Y* n% Q/ F
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" C8 L, C1 e- s4 l6 }1 mAnd the note that said...
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' J( n$ G r2 @ U' \Our song is the slamming screen door,$ Y5 J$ O& r6 U5 w) j$ @
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. j. ^& `: f7 J! j" i6 m/ CWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow( B' S9 H) t$ Q1 `: b) _
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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”. C; {: `* o! w/ S
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6 D P4 m4 t7 u. [" H+ j- ]6 U- `* sAnd when I got home ... before I said amen& h& a9 P6 _1 Q) G* R
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, ]: ]; |# Z+ F5 |: i! `4 ]( K. gI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio* B y, R5 `& r4 L
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1 @/ Y) V! {5 X5 ^) f8 HWaited for something to come along
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( F [: [2 h8 \1 i6 GThat was as good as our song% u% ~% P# Y$ e; ?/ f! n
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door. s( k9 P# X' s. o* K |
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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow
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( k6 ]/ b- m+ b. G) S3 nCause it’s late and his mama don’t know4 Y. k, X1 Y6 Q, X S$ H3 F; }
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7 V% w( O1 J3 q( ~ YOur song is the way he laughs, \" Z7 p3 f( A6 ^) S" S2 |& h
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”0 _& x* G. L# G5 e) D
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7 E; d4 o! J/ g- S% N' XAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again...
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone( S* ]8 c4 Q7 u) _, v. c" R4 G% |
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In the front seat of his car6 D9 ?4 t+ V* V; k0 v
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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