| It’s a lesson too late for the learnin'
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| Made of sand, made of sand
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| In a wink of an eye my soul is burnin'
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| In your hand, in your hand
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| Are you goin' away with no words off farewell
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| Can there be another trace left behind
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| I could have loved you better, 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 got reasond a-plenty for goin'
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| This I know, this I know
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| For the weeds have been steadily growin'
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| Please dont' go, please don’t go
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| Are you goin' away with no words off farewell
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| Can there be another trace left behind
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| I could have loved you better, 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 I lie in my bed in the morning
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| Without you, without you
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| Each song in my breast dies a-bornin'
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| Without you, without you
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| Are you goin' away with no words off farewell
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| Can there be another trace left behind
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| I could have loved you better, didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know, that was the last thing on my mind
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| Yes, that was the last thing on my mind |