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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D A Em G ) ? R$ r0 y% Z* ?I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car $ C/ i9 I- X% H5 k, v" ]* E D Em u% I* P& H3 b0 O
He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel! ]" H* l6 F% V- k: a( V) n
G A $ M4 C. o \, i( rThe other on my heart6 t& R$ I: x9 ~4 U9 U- P
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I look around, turn the radio down 6 [1 U0 w1 b. \1 \ G A7 S1 h) s( H1 l
He says baby is something wrong? * l; [& g! I. O H, F; x D Em G A6 _ ^9 L1 T) Z
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song* J- ?' u$ d" Y8 T, {" ?# [+ z
N.C $ F' {* C/ f: _1 O% |9 BAnd he says... & C' b l1 p+ O$ c , O1 h# N; d& X2 ^; J; D7 uD Em+ ^' ?7 s+ \ T g: L& O
Our song is the slamming screen door,4 T& d* J. e3 Y8 G1 {& d! A9 W g
G A 4 }. r% L4 q- o7 S! b) R2 RSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window2 [2 V. J/ h' A% Y5 `
D Em G # b# H( F& z1 _- d4 ?When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow( @! S6 P1 O Q8 I1 `: J
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know" {7 x3 d9 e/ B( q% ]1 W }; z6 d/ x
Em 6 A8 i) e: r3 VOur song is the way you laugh 4 W2 b% }0 i+ m7 i: y/ u) R G A 6 N8 W) \( m, K; B; O5 dThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”$ B& [5 D% R4 s. j3 k9 V
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And when I got home ... before I said amen: y; P$ n" @, J9 c. D5 F
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Asking God if he could play it again& ~9 {7 G! D4 v& K' Y
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day- w' \ w& R4 t8 E- \5 p ]
D Em ) l7 O+ K% _9 v* n5 I5 BHad gone all wrong or been trampled on6 k1 ?( a% g$ o* h$ g
G A 7 y$ W d6 d; }And lost and thrown a-waaay& G8 p0 e+ d$ U* D d* Z( Z# u! i, y
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed; y( S4 ]' s' ~ w1 c5 _8 s( n# L/ q
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses # [+ x- q/ _! ]& }, E5 HG A 3 _. H! s6 C, mAnd the note that said... ! h! M5 I' B( V5 A6 W9 a( d& w" } Y: d) s/ ?) [8 | C
D Em , E3 k; {- _: _. O1 L2 i- p! t5 DOur song is the slamming screen door, 7 S) G) J6 Q8 AG A 6 p6 _% v M9 }$ V- g. t- R5 iSneakin’ out late, tapping on your window0 O' F* T5 ~* B4 m9 j0 X. B
D Em G . A7 p3 L: \# T( W6 cWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow0 `% a: ]3 H: b f& ^+ |/ S. Q4 |
A D 1 r2 C( v# [ U7 W5 T7 r6 `Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know 3 _. W$ Q. Q+ ?! h; x& b( B Em 0 l, @ ~% h6 s4 lOur song is the way you laugh 3 u% q* B9 F( v" Y G A9 u; P6 x1 O3 ^7 ]* m0 P; j/ U6 F; r
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” & J) W* {2 y& C7 E; \Em G Em / i% L; Z' F( V! U, `; S; [, OAnd when I got home ... before I said amen : e- g* m3 E! K G A 1 K1 K n+ D% t2 c, ?9 u- L1 D% nAsking God if he could play it again , H+ r9 B: @# n+ G, d8 B* g( G! \
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I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio" ?! U! X, s/ R' r7 c" `
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Waited for something to come along 4 A/ c2 ^: u6 P: Q6 b2 k1 @4 { G. ^& e3 S1 w# [- H3 {. ~
That was as good as our song7 J0 T* `1 l! b; ]8 Q5 ]' V
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D Em - s! e C: P" H# N! tCause our song is the slamming screen door . c$ h2 z% _( C5 v( ^, VG A D % A5 [/ B! }2 W/ D5 b0 n0 g# cSneaking out late, tapping on his window, u% A3 w( L3 w
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When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow$ _1 z* x9 W: g2 W
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Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know) I/ g* H/ ~! d
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Our song is the way he laughs+ N& D) P; |. s, X4 M1 i
G A % [" z! G, M1 K4 t0 eThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”- e& l% S! n1 N$ V; c
Em G Em ' X% x8 K& N1 jAnd when I got home ... before I said amen' q9 u/ X2 j4 G9 s# C
G A D Em G A 0 w) l& g* p6 OAsking God if he could play it again... # F) e4 H! h, r; R' a% D7 @ P$ s# i5 |1 q% E# O- R9 }8 _
! G' j1 s9 l. v& j& S D Em G A D Em G A $ j3 T7 F/ h5 J, OPlay it again... oh o yea o yea yea& p; ~$ b8 b' G: O
) c8 d2 T6 e, p k8 s D Em ( V7 E; H3 ]( q5 C( C# _2 W! sI was riding shotgun with my hair undone . Q- E% C5 ^, I8 U3 y" E G A ' q9 G5 B2 Z! n- E+ q4 E' i8 YIn the front seat of his car+ u+ c' K! l2 P) C: f
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin * Q$ |0 P1 g1 [2 b% d' o) u G 7 F, |3 n9 A: rAnd I... wrote down our song---作者: cathy191919 時間: 2010-12-15 01:02
