| It’s a lesson to late for the learnin'
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| made of sand, made of sand.
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| In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
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| in your hands, in your hands.
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| Are you going away with the word of farewell,
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| let it be not a trace left behind.
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| I should have loved you better,
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| 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’ve got a reason of plenty for going,
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| this I know, this I know.
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| Who reached out and steadily growin',
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| please don’t go, please don’t go.
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| Are you going away with the word of farewell,
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| let it be not a trace left behind.
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| I should have loved you better,
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| 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 we walk along my thoughs are tumblin',
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| round and round, round and round.
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| Beneath my feet the subway’s rumblin'
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| underground, underground.
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| Are you going away with the word of farewell,
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| let it be not a trace left behind.
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| I should have loved you better,
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| 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. |