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- @( M$ p' \! V9 wI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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1 a' F" z0 i# ?He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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* F( B6 z( @ z( a! qThe other on my heart# R- @6 S( B9 |: a$ y
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5 |. g' Z, _; r9 X" MI look around, turn the radio down
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( y) Y' [& E5 PHe says baby is something wrong?3 j0 x! \: q5 F8 j8 J
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5 V+ k4 V: u) k; G. y4 U6 V' Z% xI say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song& H5 `# O; T$ y: ]- W& _4 `
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; h. p/ }/ ?- e' b- I4 [. BAnd he says...& P& A% [% {. p/ `4 W5 {# g0 [4 A) k
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Our song is the slamming screen door,* I- g7 }+ ?$ p! K" @, _; Y
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow" k( Q0 M6 l0 g, B7 }$ R- l
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/ ?8 i- i# s, Q5 i! K& E, ]' I( |7 ?Our song is the way you laugh
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# ]1 u; a5 n# ^& IThe 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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. S( R4 j7 E* @: L, c. WAsking God if he could play it again2 ? n9 |" |2 d- t1 d
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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
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) W& P" y3 Q+ ]) L( @" ?And lost and thrown a-waaay0 E1 [6 `; U) M0 ~, C
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" x9 m8 k$ T, S+ q- O# W5 lGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed; Q; S2 `3 K, K: Y) z z) ]
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V7 L* H6 B- U) t# x5 b9 C J: GI almost didn’t notice all the roses( i' f& J c; Q, S
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And the note that said...
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) T6 p" P! {; f, N* _, @' M- `- K4 GOur song is the slamming screen door,% t& o+ R( [! n' \- a: Z- j3 I9 O2 l
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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; S) ?) i" s* R' \ f7 \! T- f" b! eWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know6 B: A$ }. K! ~
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* s3 J2 n, D0 j2 r0 R* K. GOur song is the way you laugh
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& W- d. O- t0 Z6 @& t: ~The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”: h8 y- ~2 r. }
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: L& N, W5 [7 r4 H- c. i! IAnd when I got home ... before I said amen: p/ l8 {6 V1 x, C" L( v
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Asking God if he could play it again! s$ @# H3 {6 ?) P& Z
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! j. k! E( w) X \6 j1 q Da da da da
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/ |+ T5 `! g' z* F, R7 ]I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio& |( ]2 t, g$ K! n2 L
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Waited for something to come along# a' R( Q) r Z- K& s3 R
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) z: V6 _" d. A& t! iThat was as good as our song
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1 y7 S" i( t. r0 m% s+ [! }# bCause our song is the slamming screen door" v+ B. c" G0 F) i6 i" a
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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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 amen
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8 M- G3 x0 _ Z+ V- uAsking God if he could play it again...
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea% o& k" d7 @ U. y ]
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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4 s& Q% b4 R8 Z6 LIn the front seat of his car) S" C' M! G! W$ Z) K. l! m
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. _2 i. k" n% u. K- CI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin: Y8 F! E* n8 H# O/ A. y+ c8 _
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
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