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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 turnin' |
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In your hand, in your hand |
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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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Well, I could've loved you better, 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 reason a plenty for goin' |
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This I know, this I know |
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For the weeds have been steadily growin' |
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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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Well, I could've loved you better, 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 I lie in my bed in the mornin' |
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Without you, without you. |
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Every song in my breast lies a bornin' |
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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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Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind |
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You know that was the last thing on my mind |
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That was the last thing on my mind |
