| The Last Thing On My Mind |
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| it’s a lesson |
| too late for the learning |
| made of sand, made of sand |
| in the wink |
| of an eye my soul is turning |
| in your hand, in your hand |
| Chorus: |
| are you going away? |
| with no word of farewell |
| will there be not a trace |
| left behind. |
| well 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 a plenty for going |
| this I know, this I know |
| for the weeds |
| have been steadily growing |
| please don’t go, please don’t go. |
| Chorus |
