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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 turnin'
In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk along, my thoughts are tumblin'
Round and round, round and round
Underneath our feet, a subway's rumblin'
Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
I've got reason a plenty for goin'
This I know, this I know
The weeds have been steadily growin'
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
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