標題: Our song taylor swift [打印本頁] 作者: fb00079051 時間: 2009-7-9 15:38 標題: Our song taylor swift
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* N8 { U6 Q% [ D A Em G % f4 l, M2 r" _2 HI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car( P; f, R7 n0 l
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel ! T" }0 r0 K7 Y- a G A9 u- I, K# C: S7 Y3 D! p& A; y
The other on my heart0 Y8 w9 U/ Y9 f# q* t; z) Q
D Em * I8 @4 }& {3 W( |0 V# U% FI look around, turn the radio down # o1 a/ \' P8 O7 B8 C; S) { G A J1 w. Q2 R4 z5 wHe says baby is something wrong?! R6 B5 f3 s; c1 I
D Em G A 6 X: O1 k' m2 E7 J2 U& ]0 Q( V! tI say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song 3 f1 p2 l$ G' K1 V9 ^* v) bN.C7 \: W! A' b0 y
And he says... $ _8 w4 ]9 w3 B, a8 q ; ]5 ~7 S( I5 XD Em : z3 p% L/ A2 AOur song is the slamming screen door,! @% u: X j9 g( j0 w. o$ [) z
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window , i" e, k4 b3 ]D Em G( n# w; a( U% N( r( h/ ]! [
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow: V7 J/ \; T+ ]/ m2 O, y0 t9 o& \
A D 1 C/ c8 E! C E1 d- YCause it’s late and your mama don’t know/ N# @1 A2 H3 G w
Em $ J/ C6 D& d$ MOur song is the way you laugh/ X2 [/ y/ ?/ m0 Z2 a& C) H, L
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” |! f) Z) I' a+ o) L# M( s/ E
Em G Em 6 ` h4 \6 o* j. dAnd when I got home ... before I said amen) o' G* Z- A* U* Y. n; G7 ]
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Asking God if he could play it again : X3 k% ~9 v! h4 ?* ~, [6 O 9 f' g J* \5 K( D2 a# YD Em G A ) n9 Y1 L: I5 F$ w( a/ v % |) T! W! y4 B5 B5 Q: Q6 ?- _D Em G A 7 d8 n/ v4 i/ I# i" EI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day $ v2 K6 O& q% H* m! B; [/ H/ b4 v D Em* K2 v) {; [# _% `2 V# H
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on 3 Y$ S+ h0 _" I: G G A 2 q5 Z; T' {& @And lost and thrown a-waaay, e2 z. H' J. K& `# R
D Em G A o+ @ [ v0 x1 d- V. BGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed# k: x! v; ~1 D/ z0 r, }+ k
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses6 P5 l5 s( m' Q0 V' A" C* N
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And the note that said..., \- s/ R0 J6 e9 b$ p# N$ n0 L) M
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Our song is the slamming screen door, - U- R3 Y) i2 \, M) L7 m: U2 y2 D0 XG A 5 u! m6 L4 y, [( v, Y+ A, Y# KSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window+ M7 v. g/ S2 A" }# |3 W
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow : e# ]$ e, h2 c- o s+ B. ]6 u A D! i6 p, F& F! \9 u" V( S T( ^ f
Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know + s) s8 H: `4 `1 C2 x" S4 B Em 6 R( l) S1 T+ Q" I' K; o. ~4 GOur song is the way you laugh: N0 Y. e4 v [$ r
G A ' ^6 v! X: ]& ~9 V4 u/ w: S J3 bThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” / F$ \; z$ a' ~) I6 E4 N3 h6 ]Em G Em+ l$ U4 k. d; I# f6 D& ^" X# { ]
And when I got home ... before I said amen- h+ P# x# S% J) V/ P3 w
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Asking God if he could play it again ) U/ P( x9 [9 p z. r, ^; t) W1 u1 v% j2 S
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Em G - B1 L4 l0 E& a' \I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio 3 b* W# B- J" u kD A Em0 Y: b. a; {6 z, |1 F3 w7 J% c, ^
Waited for something to come along " T- @2 K8 h8 q; n! K; G; ^: X G; G) `& d9 }' z( p; K. i
That was as good as our song 7 a B: z k K: ~# M* H8 r5 i" I2 ^/ `, u b$ {* Q
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door4 v, |$ s( k( \3 w
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window " j- ?8 r) H/ `; w0 j) Y Em G8 ^- s0 K8 s1 T2 _. I
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow7 q( b5 p5 o$ O# w8 m; ^( Q% _) S% L& B
A D & ~( a3 d! _; B7 c, N1 h5 }; ]Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know$ O/ }; l4 ]4 f9 t) ~
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Our song is the way he laughs , x5 q5 @) n' @1 Z1 J$ r" t$ V G A) @$ ~1 d8 c) c" t, s
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”- b: D/ i6 h( r* `
Em G Em # I, Q$ [1 B6 m c. B: {7 ?And when I got home ... before I said amen I- _1 J2 d, { S9 ~( x
G A D Em G A , O/ g1 k- s. v U9 BAsking God if he could play it again... 4 g G* r v) Q: ? * H' r& |6 \1 z' o, S. q# Z; i, T/ {/ V# @% E% ~ d
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea : Y& [8 s1 a0 D3 f' I" \, S" I% ?, P: e0 J" A
D Em , C8 _- R! @+ Y2 lI was riding shotgun with my hair undone4 ~; _. m2 L/ Q5 A1 q- u
G A . ]' a$ w n; ?. DIn the front seat of his car , p$ Q, [4 K. q$ ^5 C Z3 H cD Em 7 c6 A8 i# H4 d: Y k8 II, grabbed a pen and an old napkin D- @4 ^/ R3 A' x
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And I... wrote down our song---作者: cathy191919 時間: 2010-12-15 01:02
