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6 q0 ~; D$ Y6 ~0 S# B' c, hI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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He’s got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
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The other on my heart+ V1 A' [2 |" N3 \% L9 {6 w5 i. [' R
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I look around, turn the radio down
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( U8 ~$ u' Y1 R, A e/ F2 z6 tHe says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song
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And he says...
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6 ~! R; O" j2 F5 kOur song is the slamming screen door, U. }' U: ?# J$ d! H4 k( c
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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
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Our song is the way you laugh
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. N% x8 e& B: e _9 a% ?The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have”0 F( W l/ B3 {: K Z, k% d
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again
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4 ? {* i0 n# P T: WI was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day1 e2 a, M: }9 \- ^) a0 m# A
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( b8 r8 s( j% N' x0 p6 n2 dHad gone all wrong or been trampled on
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7 y5 l4 n' @1 i7 o. r$ \And lost and thrown a-waaay& s% r# U: k9 d8 k$ ^8 r
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9 d, E [) d! z: Q/ C# S7 e- YGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin’ bed
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I almost didn’t notice all the roses
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And the note that said...
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Our song is the slamming screen door,0 }+ U7 c# A* o" K$ V7 y
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When you’re on the phone and you talk real slow: b/ r- N/ i% P% E3 K, B0 T" _% N; ^4 b
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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Asking God if he could play it again
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6 H+ ]5 O1 h3 c3 d) R+ BI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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1 p# y( A! l% |- }Waited for something to come along
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That was as good as our song# a) L! l3 m: ?6 }8 L( Y4 | ~! z* ]" l2 y
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& O8 i) U* U' Y5 C8 ?/ BCause our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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c7 H7 b$ b: ^Our song is the way he laughs
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”
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Asking God if he could play it again...
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' L% u N; v5 E) lI, grabbed a pen and an old napkin
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And I... wrote down our song--- |
發表於 2009-7-9 15:38
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