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