| Last Thing on My Mind |
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| It’s a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand |
| And in the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand |
| Are you going away with no word of farewell |
| And will there be not a trace left behind |
| I could have loved you better I didn’t mean to be unkind |
| You know that was the last thing on my mind |
| You got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know |
| For the weeds have been steadily growing please don’t go please don’t go |
| Are you going away |
| Are you going away |
