| I sit down each morning and I start to move my pen
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| It’s what I know that I was meant to do
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| Without knowing how I find I write your name again
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| Oh, it’s always true the first song is for you
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| Every time I start it’s still the same
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| When I move my pen it writes your name
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| I remember all you’ve done and all you’ve tried to do
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| When I do the first song is for you
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| I sit down with my guitar and try to write a song
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| About all the trials and trib' we’ve been through
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| Never would have come so far without love so strong
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| So it’s always true the first song is just for you
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| Every time I start it’s still the same
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| When I move my pen it writes your name
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| I remember all you’ve done and all you’ve tried to do
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| When I do the first song is for you
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| I think about the times when you were there for me
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| There for the long hard climb
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| I think about the many ways you cared for me
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| Cared for me time after time
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| I can see your picture where it hangs upon the wall
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| Every time I see it, it’s still new
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| I might write a thousand songs but as I write them all
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| It’ll still be true the first song is for you
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| Every time I start it’s still the same
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| When I move my pen it writes your name
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| I remember all you’ve done and all you’ve tried to do
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| But when I do the first song is for you
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| And when I do the first song is for you |