"Our Song" By Taylor swift
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his carHe's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheelThe other on my heartI look around, turn the radio downHe says baby is something wrong?I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a songAnd he says...
[Chorus:]6 12 18 24 30 36 42 48 54 60 66 And when I got home ... before I said amenAsking God if he could play it again
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that dayHad gone all wrong and been trampled onAnd lost and thrown awayGot to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed I almost didn't notice all the rosesAnd the note that said...
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And when I got home ... before I said amenAsking God if he could play it again
I've read ever math book, listened to all of my friendsWaited for something to come alongThat was as good as his song...Cause
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And when I got home ... before I said amenAsking God if he could play it again
I was riding shotgun with my hair undoneIn the front seat of his carI grabbed a pen and an old napkinAnd I wrote down my his song
Oct 23, 2008
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