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词: Taylor Swift |
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曲: Taylor Swift |
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I was riding shotgun |
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With my hair undone |
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In the front seat of his car |
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He's got a one-hand feel |
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On the steering wheel |
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The other on my heart |
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I look around, turn the radio down |
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He says, "Baby is something wrong?" |
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I say, "Nothing, |
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I was just thinking |
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How we don't have a song" |
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Singing along |
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And he said... |
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Our song is the slamming screen door, |
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Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window |
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When we're on the phone and you talk real slow |
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'cause it's late and your mama don't know |
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Our song is the way you laugh |
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The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, when I should have" |
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And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen |
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Asking God if he could play it again |
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I was walking up |
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The front porch steps |
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After everything that day |
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Had gone all wrong |
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And been trampled on |
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And lost and thrown away |
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Got to the hallway, |
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Well on my way |
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To my lovin' bed |
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I almost didn't notice |
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All the roses |
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And the note that said... |
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Our song is the slamming screen door, |
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Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window |
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When we're on the phone and you talk real slow |
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'cause it's late and your mama don't know |
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Our song is the way you laugh |
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The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss her, when I should have" |
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And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen |
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Asking God if he could play it again |
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I've heard every album, listened to the radio |
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Waited for something to come along |
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That was as good as our song... |
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'Cause our song is the slamming screen door, |
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Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window |
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When we're on the phone and he talks real slow |
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'cause it's late and his mama don't know |
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Our song is the way he laughs |
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The first date: "Man, I didn't kiss him, when I should have" |
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And when I got home ... 'fore I said amen |
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Asking God if he could play it again |
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Play it again |
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Oh, yeah... |
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I was riding shotgun |
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With my hair undone |
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In the front seat of his car |
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I grabbed a pen |
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And an old napkin |
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And I wrote down our song |
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