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Well I wrote your name and burned it
To see the color of the flame
And it burned out the whole spectrum
As if you were everything
Mine just burned gold
A normal flame
I am not anything

And all that I remember is the feeling of waking up
When we were kids, you were the sun to which my eyes could not adjust
We were kids - I was a fountain
You could never drink enough

Then came all the boys who swept you up
Played careless with your heart
And every night there was a new girl
Sitting beside me in my car

Something dies when you grow older,
But you do the best you can
I am glad
I am glad
You found a good man





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first love | Reviewer: Anonymous | 11/28/10

This reminds me of my first love, we were children 12 years old. She was everything, and I felt so ordinary compared to her. For some reason she just couldn't get enough of me, then as we got older something definitely changed. I kept getting with different girls to replace her, but none came close. I literally had a new girl next to me in my car next year. I know she will find a good man and be happy and I will be happy for her. But when we broke up something definitely died in me.



Well well well... | Reviewer: HozzyH0m1c1d3 | 11/13/07

I dunno if it's because of the medication, but this song gets me every single time. I absolutely love it and loathe it at the same time because it makes me cryyyyy. (Love it really btw).





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