| 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 turning
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| It’s in your hands, in your hands
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| Are you going away with no words of farewell?
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| Could there be no trace left behind?
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| Well, I should have loved you better and didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| It’s a lesson too late for the learning
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| Made of sand, made of sand
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| Are you going away with no words of farewell?
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| Could there be no trace left behind?
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| Well, I should have loved you better and 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 with no words of farewell?
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| Could there be no trace left behind?
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| Well, I should have loved you better and 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
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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
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| That was the last thing on my mind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind
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| That was the last thing on my mind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind |