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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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The other on my heart; J+ O% H( R' \% ?# P7 V
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7 n7 o2 w! T; i) D+ n) N, e3 LI look around, turn the radio down
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, z! t& ^, u1 J) c% a- [% @6 D* THe says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song: ]- S# h& c# J- T# O2 O, a
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And he says...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,; I% [. r4 ~+ `& c0 c
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window7 D- `6 {! N' x) m9 v+ O* E* e
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; v" |' I& J E. z9 xWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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" [4 y7 F0 c q9 } n" uCause it’s late and your mama don’t know7 P# Q7 G4 P. z6 {
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1 l0 S# i- O; X" ]Our song is the way you laugh
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”0 t; ? a P( Q: ^0 R) h
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6 e8 t3 f4 g! |, o9 J* N; o t0 \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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& K8 f4 O2 _9 |& SI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day, P4 C7 V2 q _* ^7 m
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7 ]& {0 a, |$ O/ t% ^Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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% k5 F1 D: B# s* l/ PGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed, h* d) o3 z: B) K; u
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. d! z. `/ d. F( FAnd the note that said...4 U9 I8 \0 G' q& x# w+ w7 a9 Z
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`" s. H9 U, K( r& JOur song is the slamming screen door,. h3 n" b6 C4 f# N* k1 b0 g! K
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! ~ }9 S* L6 _+ Z* m v5 hWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know6 i. M( L/ [" E) S% o
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Our song is the way you laugh
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5 M5 w4 u& c0 x* `1 H7 [The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”/ [: j3 |+ a4 F4 ~8 W
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8 ~# \2 O% H6 x9 v) L: K; RAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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9 W" H3 M$ J* D' KAsking God if he could play it again
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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That was as good as our song
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know1 c: U% U( x. N \* s
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5 ?$ p/ y8 q1 ?7 o4 n! c9 COur song is the way he laughs8 Y I. b: d, P9 D
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E+ y7 i! \! J0 \4 x1 ]. cThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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) Y3 y$ K8 a7 L% gPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea
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. E. P7 g( n1 s n9 F: P" MI was riding shotgun with my hair undone8 x; H5 m b; W5 E3 t3 Y4 v. W4 j
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8 L" e7 w. E; a5 G2 TIn the front seat of his car
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8 V, T( t2 c+ W6 T9 |I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin1 p0 J5 L: w S) {
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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