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First One

Even though you're gone and far away,
I feel you all around.
I think about it every single day,
You got away somehow

I can't sleep,
It's hard to breath,
And i still feel you next to me,
Now, i can see.

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes to a broken heart,
Your first love, yeah, you're so young,
And you feel like a fallin' star,

There's a fire in the city,
That's burnin' out tonight,
You're breathing but you're barely alive,

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart.

Spinnin' like a movie in my head,
I've seen a thousand times,
I've learned to take it hard,
And fall instead
of sittin' safe on the side lines.

Lost days,
Pictures fade,
Somehow, you're still miles away,
It's safe to say,

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes to a broken heart,
Your first love, yeah, you're so young,
And you feel like a fallin' star,

There's a fire in the city,
That's burnin' out tonight,
You're breathing but you're barely alive,

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart.

'Cause I would run through a thunderstorm
just to kiss you,
I'm out here on my own,
Better now than i was before, but i miss you
and i want you to know.

I can't sleep,
It's hard to breath,
And i still feel you next to me,
and I can see, yeah

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes to a broken heart,
Your first love, yeah, you're so young,
And you feel like a fallin' star,

There's a fire in the city,
That's burnin' out tonight,
You're breathing but you're barely alive,

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart.

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes to a broken heart,
Your first love, yeah, you're so young,
And you feel like a fallin' star,

There's a fire in the city,
That's burnin' out tonight,
You're breathing but you're barely alive,

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart.

The first one is the worst one,
When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart.

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