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It's an echo from your past
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a memory you didn't know would last
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You drive along with the radio on
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and suddenly you're singing your old song
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Woah, where can she be tonight?
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You're hopin' that she's alright
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No one ever can forget their first love
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Just a taste of sweet perfume
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when you walk into a crowded room
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And you remember that april night
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the first time you ever held her tight
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Woah, you see it all so clear
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You're standing there not here
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No one ever can forget their first love
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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yeah, yeah
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Although it happened long ago
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now don't you know you'll never never never never let it go
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Where can she be tonight?
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You're hopin' that she's alright
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No one ever can forget their first love
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You see it all so clear
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You're standing there not here
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No one ever can forget their first love
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First Love
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Marshall Crenshaw |