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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 turning |
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In your hand, in your hand |
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Are you going away |
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With no words of farewell |
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Will there be not a trace left behind |
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Well I could have loved you better |
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I didn't mean to be unkind |
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You know that was |
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The last thing on my mind |
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You got reasons aplenty for going |
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This I know, this I know |
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For the weeds |
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Have been steadily growin' |
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Please don't go, please don't go |
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Are you going away |
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With no words of farewell |
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Will there be not a trace left behind |
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Well I could have loved you better |
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I didn't mean to be unkind |
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You know that was |
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The last thing on my mind. |
