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Tim McGraw 
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by Taylor Swift
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He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put Georgia stars to shame night
I said that's a lie
Just a boy in a chevy truck
That had a of getting stuck
On backroads at night
And I was beside him
All summer long
And then the time
We woke up to find
That summer'd gone
And when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you my song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you of me
September saw a month of tears
And thanking God that you weren't here
To see me that
But in a box beneath my bed
There's a letter that you read
Three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little
Bitter sweet
And looking back on all the sad
It's nice to believe
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my song
The one you danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think black dress
Think of my on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
And I'm back for the time since then
I'm on your street
And there's a letter left on doorstep
And the first that you'll read
Is when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favourite song
So then you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you happiness
I hope you that little black dress
Think of my head on chest
And my old faded jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you of me
You think of me
He said the way my blue shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said that's a lie
Put Georgia stars to shame night
I said that's a lie
Just a boy in a chevy truck
That had a of getting stuck
On backroads at night
And I was beside him
All summer long
And then the time
We woke up to find
That summer'd gone
And when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you my song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you of me
September saw a month of tears
And thanking God that you weren't here
To see me that
But in a box beneath my bed
There's a letter that you read
Three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little
Bitter sweet
And looking back on all the sad
It's nice to believe
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my song
The one you danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think black dress
Think of my on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
And I'm back for the time since then
I'm on your street
And there's a letter left on doorstep
And the first that you'll read
Is when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favourite song
So then you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you happiness
I hope you that little black dress
Think of my head on chest
And my old faded jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you of me
You think of me
He said the way my blue shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said that's a lie
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