| I was not the first to love her
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| And I will not be the last
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| She was slipping through my fingers
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| Just like water through my grasp
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| I can’t say that I won’t miss her
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| But I swear I understand
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| I was not the first to love her
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| And I will not be the last
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| My train of thought
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| It left the station
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| Without a clear destination
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| So when it came
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| Off the track
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| I was not surprised
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| I’m always a sucker for a bad deal…
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| And some green eyes
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| But I was not the first to love her
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| And I will not be the last
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| She was slipping through my fingers
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| Just like water through my grasp
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| I can’t say that I won’t miss her
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| But I swear I understand
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| I was not the first to love her
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| And I will not be the last
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| Colors her hair
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| And paints her face
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| I traced the line of her hip
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| As she was walking away
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| All those late nights
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| Become mornings
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| If you do not say goodbye
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| I’m always a sucker for a bad deal…
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| And some green eyes
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| But I was not the first to love her
|
| And I will not be the last
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| She was slipping through my fingers
|
| Just like water through my grasp
|
| I can’t say that I won’t miss her
|
| But I swear I understand
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| I was not the first to love her
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| And I will not be the last
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| I’m not too young
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| But I’m not too old yet
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| I never learned
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| But I never forget
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| I ain’t got much
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| But I’ve got enough
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| So I don’t really mind
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| I’m always a sucker for a bad deal…
|
| And some green eyes
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| But I was not the first to love her
|
| And I will not be the last
|
| She was slipping through my fingers
|
| Just like water through my grasp
|
| I can’t say that I won’t miss her
|
| But I swear I understand
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| I was not the first to love her
|
| And I will not be the last |