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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 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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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 we walk on my thoughts keep a tumblin' |
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Round and round, round and round |
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Underneath our feet the subway rumblin' |
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Underground, underground |
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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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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 reasons a plenty for goin' |
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This I know, this |
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I knowFor the weeds have been steadily growin' |
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Please don't go, please don't go |
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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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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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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've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind |
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You know that was the last thing on my mind |
