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 8 ~0 K2 }# Z1 @$ y0 I# XI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car9 o1 n% P& N- @6 a
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel- M( c1 e/ Z/ J
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The other on my heart . ~# z3 w( j) n2 j ~" OD Em7 k$ A/ n$ w; G1 ^2 H3 y: c' s
I look around, turn the radio down* p1 n1 @3 W! Q1 m1 ?
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He says baby is something wrong? * }% K3 C' ?; `2 D, N0 g6 H D Em G A$ |; f$ Q$ l, G: G+ l+ U9 l$ t
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song1 J% [8 f! @# s9 h; q9 ?& L
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And he says... 0 [: I5 h: w6 Z: J @9 {; N; b" P& Z: v* h+ R" J5 ?
D Em 2 A0 r3 h. l. p/ w+ NOur song is the slamming screen door,: m7 p" |" p a. P; _- p( O+ G
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window. g0 l# \6 _ G, h" ]
D Em G 5 L6 a- q, E9 M; |; o3 l0 LWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow; L* Q! V# |& f
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Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know# e7 G" f q( f0 u% q: Y
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Our song is the way you laugh ! p) A! t" \2 h' ?/ i$ c; s8 L G A 9 F1 i) _4 H4 c' A" \The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”; [5 w j# [4 L2 ?; D8 k3 h$ w2 n
Em G Em - e" c5 I5 r. w: p. o% zAnd when I got home ... before I said amen) A# e& C; m* w" l; @# E
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Asking God if he could play it again 8 X$ B3 L. Y+ k3 A/ L2 l , f* |/ p( g4 p- U! iD Em G A: W8 T" f/ B( P7 _# v
/ J% F3 L+ [1 L' D: P' ID Em G A 4 A7 v" \5 G+ jI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day ' X \' B/ J5 w D Em 4 g) g$ C- O/ |Had gone all wrong or been trampled on9 B! E3 {& V1 E; [% V- o3 e
G A . x) ]4 C7 C2 jAnd lost and thrown a-waaay9 e6 y, u z% m) S, l6 h+ I
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Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed* y ?: ?* F* s7 K. j$ l
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses# D5 v+ Z; H) Z" i6 _$ u
G A % X6 Z# m) T) s6 c2 I3 tAnd the note that said...% U; S. H5 q4 ], Z! ~
/ F8 A( F* `& I, |5 k2 Y% y: n* Q4 iD Em 2 N1 e# S+ M5 IOur song is the slamming screen door, ' G' t5 O3 E b9 d, `G A/ |5 l" m, h. M* L2 V( z$ x
Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window 8 T4 C. m" z2 k; W7 C* a5 K6 _D Em G; X( z2 o6 @; Z
When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow* L$ ?4 l. i2 ~1 e, W
A D 0 s2 [7 O! x V* [: aCause it’s late and your mama don’t know5 R9 I- F. ]( @" F' |
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Our song is the way you laugh 1 [: Q8 V f b- W2 j G A3 E7 b; w Z& z# ?9 t0 u! s
The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” * ^* q! w/ ~( p5 M& vEm G Em$ x S- d9 |" v- H; r' o2 f9 `. M
And when I got home ... before I said amen # `1 S9 c. f5 Z. M G A 0 H6 R+ o/ ^1 V3 W) gAsking God if he could play it again ' }7 G% U* Z* m" \! \ ~8 a* |2 @' s 6 S7 `+ E& T# I8 VD Em G A+ C" b6 [1 F. q' I* ]' |
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! B; K9 H, E5 l+ x" P4 a Em G 3 ], E; j+ ^9 h" \: y+ yI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio 6 ^9 ]: A7 N+ T4 yD A Em! l g4 z) j* a9 d/ f: I
Waited for something to come along7 T1 f5 i* l. o
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That was as good as our song, S( w% C' r. Q' M. B8 \
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Cause our song is the slamming screen door & C0 s; S1 H' q- XG A D7 Y7 `+ c2 }# o c6 n! |' O
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window 5 J5 i; R+ c! v8 s Em G# Q6 H2 u4 I, N0 D
When we’re on the phone and he talks real slow 3 \3 I: C5 I3 p( N1 ? l* @8 Y A D4 l8 w/ I2 T* r' M! Z6 u2 {1 C h
Cause it’s late and his mama don’t know 5 I8 m" |; R ]3 g1 t Em( G' g8 X! ?% n, I. c1 k j
Our song is the way he laughs ! r% L, k1 i) R9 H9 x# R0 ? G A 8 q: N) ^; v+ G" }2 v. x. sThe first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have” , ^% }. G1 T1 ^Em G Em + a2 n6 B, |, DAnd when I got home ... before I said amen! g9 C" i0 f6 _+ z
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Asking God if he could play it again...* A- V8 F2 R: `9 k. h; t
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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea / b6 L! X( }2 Z" D $ q/ o$ y+ l5 q' R& @5 T D Em 3 y/ V) h7 x! B9 u! P( F1 C6 c( LI was riding shotgun with my hair undone 2 E- d0 ]! q# S1 T G A5 o) {/ R" h2 l. k; ^* K* r: L- Q
In the front seat of his car6 O' u3 D3 _% [7 D& e( {. X
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I, grabbed a pen and an old napkin, C! X) M4 R- ?; O
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And I... wrote down our song---作者: cathy191919 時間: 2010-12-15 01:02
