| It’s a lesson too 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 hand, in your hand
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| Are you goin' away with no word of farewell?
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| Will there be not a trace left behind?
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| I could have loved you better, didn’t mean to be unkind;
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| Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind
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| You had reasons a-plenty for goin'
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| This I know, this I know
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| And the weeds have been steadily growin'
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| Please don’t go, please don’t go
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| As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
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| Without you, without you
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| Every song in my heart dies a-bornin'
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| Without you, without you
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| Oh, you know that was the last thing on my mind |