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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car/ Z/ T5 V9 R) m" z8 | V" f
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The other on my heart: |4 {3 G, y* ]8 _. }. z
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I look around, turn the radio down
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He says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song. z) Q; |9 V* ]$ m% Q- b+ W- K; V& L2 B% j
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+ t4 y1 K: t! J! _5 G0 f5 f" x; vAnd he says...' X* z9 u3 F4 o) c0 R+ L7 i) H
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Our song is the slamming screen door,
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M$ M, @) @) N. B6 HSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window- Y( _) W& R3 n+ v, q
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow; E* w: i( K. i
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know7 Q' r4 Y+ o5 \3 X% m
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”
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; ?$ [5 c3 T$ Z2 kAnd when I got home ... before I said amen
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, p% V& p; }5 ]! a" S/ |, RAsking God if he could play it again
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: L. J8 N$ a2 K9 {& o2 w: C; [I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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e3 i+ @8 z0 h/ `5 ?Had gone all wrong or been trampled on9 _; O2 L8 ~) |
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And lost and thrown a-waaay
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% ]9 {1 l$ l! T6 K: X( QGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed& r5 o; T; R2 @5 q# O# g" f
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- O% P V3 X5 A/ hI almost didn’t notice all the roses# p2 B1 l: x5 R9 g
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5 ^& l% X( b: _ P* ~( O1 e2 iAnd the note that said...
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0 |1 ^! b# R, D4 ]Our song is the slamming screen door,
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”0 N0 J# X7 {3 L: N0 k: c: S8 c
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again4 z. ]2 Y1 D& L, \% ]
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio7 ~) u! e7 g- J
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~0 {% ]- h( sWaited 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 door. n( O4 W( H' v& l
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Our song is the way he laughs+ C2 g8 T. [; ?6 X- |9 ~ r9 [
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”+ B9 e: [$ _$ ^: {
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5 X& N8 a3 Y( o" c7 R: _ a, r fPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea% T* Q5 \! g$ B
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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
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9 o, O% Z: r- iAnd I... wrote down our song--- |
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