| Life turned to love
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| Now love is about to turn into hate
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| You ask me, «Can we try it again»
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| Boy, let me tell you somethin'
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| Our road has come to an end, huh
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| First come, first serve
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| Hey, you don’t want my love
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| So I’m givin' it away
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| First come, first serve
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| And if it hurts your pride
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| Boy, you get what you deserve
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| Boy, tell the truth, did it ever occur to you
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| That I have wants, desires and needs too
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| While you were out there roamin' and homin' the streets
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| I sat home lonely, night after night, in desperate need, oh
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| First come, first serve
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| Hey, you don’t want my love
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| So I’m givin' it away
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| First come, first serve
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| And if it hurts your pride
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| Boy, you get what you deserve, oh
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| Boy, I want you to know that I’m a-through talkin'
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| So I can get my things and start walkin'
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| Conversation ain’t what, what I need, no, no
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| In case you want to know I’m takin' it to the streets, oh
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| First come, first serve, tell the truth, boy
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| You don’t want my love
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| So I’m givin' it away
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| First come, first serve
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| And if it hurts your pride
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| Boy, you get what you deserve, uh-huh
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| First come, first serve, ain’t it true
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| You don’t want my love
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| So I’m givin' it away
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| First come, first serve
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| And if it hurts your pride
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| Boy, you get what you deserve, oh
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| First come, first serve
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| Hey, you don’t want my love
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| So I’m givin' it away
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| First come, first serve
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| And if it hurts your pride
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| Boy, you get what you deserve, I’m movin' on
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| First come, first serve
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| I’m movin' on, I’m movin' on
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| Bye-bye, baby
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| First come, first serve |