| 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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| In your hand, in your hand.
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| Are you going away 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 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 walk alone my thoughts’re tumbling round
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| And round, round and round
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| Underneath our feet a subway’s rumbling
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| Underground, underground.
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| Are you going away 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 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 got reasons of plenty for going
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| This I know, this I know.
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| The weeds have been steadily growing
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| Please don’t go, please don’t go.
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| Are you going away 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 didn’t mean to be unkind
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| You know that was the last thing on my mind.
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Are you going away 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 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… |