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It's been so long since I made a Twilight set! So here's another... I know it's not so great, but I spent a really long time on it, so I'd appreciate no mean comments!

With "Our Song" by Taylor Swift... ------>

I had my second day of Journalism at the University of Washington today. We were actually allowed to go outside and walk a little (!!!). But it wasn't so great, because we had to interview random people. And no one wanted to be interviewed, because they were all trying to get somewhere. I asked them what they thought the biggest environmental issue in the Seattle area was, and some people were like, "None of it affects me," which was really annoying, and stupid. And it turns out we have to write an article about what they said and all... I've discovered that I really don't like journalistic writing because it's always so boring.
Okay, I'm really blabbering on now. Sorry. 
One more thing... My grandpa is having spinal surgery right now. I think he's having two of his thoracic vertebrae removed because of bad balance, or something like that... which sounds disgusting to me. Anyways, my grandparents' dog is over at our house now, because, OH NO, he cannot be left alone. And he is super annoying and loud.
So, now I'm done with my ramble... Post "vertebrae" in your comment if you actually read all this.

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I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down
He says, ?Baby is something wrong??
I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking
How we don't have a song? and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps
After everything that day
Had gone all wrong or been trampled on
And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way
To my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know

Our song is the way he laughs
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again
Play it again, oh, yeah, oh, oh, yeah

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
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