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9 V8 d- J/ M9 k7 x) o* o% ~( T4 NI was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
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9 n5 n0 w- g/ y2 [# rThe other on my heart
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6 L& N; ~% f1 J8 A m7 lI look around, turn the radio down) ~6 g1 d& j# `
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% l# T( m7 S, A/ SHe says baby is something wrong?
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I say nothing I was just thinking how we don’t have a song0 ?; J' c: [* n" I+ A$ A; C
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And he says...5 @; H% y# e) Z% }
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Our song is the slamming screen door,! Q) U1 B- N. K3 F( g* F
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Sneakin’ out late, tapping on your window
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. c* f; t6 [: f/ e& @& k; vWhen you’re on the phone and you talk real slow# B, _( d* s) a D* d, J! n/ p7 P. @
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5 o# c# w* q$ @Cause it’s late and your mama don’t know
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Our song is the way you laugh, E$ H0 k2 O2 J4 m
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss her, but I should have” `6 ]& v8 ?( R& ?
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And when I got home ... before I said amen
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9 U* C, N( ^: s9 z4 {0 T6 N6 U3 wAsking God if he could play it again
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I was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
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Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
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" o) y8 \: V! g4 I$ o9 y; VAnd lost and thrown a-waaay: Q# R9 ]1 \; D
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Got 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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# ^' \1 k0 K+ y1 }2 Q% z1 ~Our song is the slamming screen door,
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7 _5 N- z7 q0 [& }1 c, p% wCause it’s late and your mama don’t know7 I* G. ~5 T% Q' a
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Asking God if he could play it again
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; S, a" }0 {% R" OI’ve heard every album, listened to the radio
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Waited for something to come along
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) B' t" h* E, q$ C' i# J: yThat was as good as our song. |8 z* s9 X$ x! G. ~1 P u
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- P5 T) a4 V2 I+ K" f8 k- lCause our song is the slamming screen door
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Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
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Our song is the way he laughs( g, t; M$ p5 V
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The first date “man, I didn’t kiss him, and I could have”# M8 f5 T3 H; y
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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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Play it again... oh o yea o yea yea c* f7 ^% U7 S. \
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8 k& y6 f# n' Y5 \: L+ MI was riding shotgun with my hair undone* F" n5 l3 N7 \: }
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_% b0 T+ A i* y/ K3 w: w; W/ Q( CIn the front seat of his car
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