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