| We broke into the garden
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| Weaseled through the gap left in the fence
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| We were like childhood friends
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| We wandered through the city
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| When everybody else had gone to bed
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| I was your princess then
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| You were my first love
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| I thought it would last love
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| But I sure had a blast
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| In my fifteenth, fifteenth year
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| We’d hang around in art class
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| Then they kicked you out of school
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| For breaking some stupid rule
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| You loved me with my shaved head
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| Even when the other boys were scared
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| And I loved your red dread hair
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| You were my first love
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| I thought it would last love
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| But I sure had a blast
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| In my fifteenth, fifteenth year
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| Fifteenth year
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| Now I hear you have a baby
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| And you’re working downtown doing sound
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| Maybe I’ll see you ‘round
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| Because you were my first love
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| I thought it would last love
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| But I sure had a blast
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| In my fifteenth, fifteenth.
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| You were my first love
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| But you weren’t my last love
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| I sure had a blast love
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| In my fifteenth, fifteenth year |