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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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Into sand, into sand |
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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 have loved you better didn't mean to be unkind |
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That was the last thing on my mind |
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You've got reasons a'plenty for going |
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This I know, this I know |
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For 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 have loved you better didn't mean to be unkind |
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That was the last thing on my mind |
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As I lie in my bed in the morning |
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Without you, without you |
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Each song in my breast dies a'borning |
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Without you, without you |
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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 have loved you better didn't mean to be unkind |
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That was the last thing on my mind |