| It’s a lesson too late for the learning
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| Made of sand, made of sand
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| In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
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| In your hand, In your hand
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| Are you going away
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| With no word of farewell
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| Will there be not a trace left behind
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| Oh I could’ve loved you better
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| Didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| As we walk along my thoughts are tumblin'
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| Round and round, round and round
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| Underneath our feet are someplace rumblin'
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| Underground, Underground
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| Are you going away
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| With no word of farewell
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| Will there be not a trace left behind
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| Oh I could’ve loved you better
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| Didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| I’ve got reason a plenty for goin
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| This I know, this I know
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| The weeds have been steadily growin'
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| Please don’t go, please don’t go
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| Are you going away
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| With no word of farewell
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| Will there be not a trace left behind
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| I could’ve loved you better
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| Didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| Are you going away
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| With no word of farewell
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| Will there be not a trace left behind
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| Oh I could’ve loved you better
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| Didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind |