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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 |
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With no word of farewell |
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Will there be not a trace left behind |
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Oh i could've loved you better |
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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 along my thoughts are tumblin' |
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Round and round, round and round |
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Underneath our feet are someplace rumblin' |
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Underground, underground |
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Are you going away |
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With no word of farewell |
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Will there be not a trace left behind |
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Oh i could've loved you better |
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Didn't mean to be unkind |
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You know that was the last thing on my mind |
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I've got reason a plenty for goin |
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This i know, this i know |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 going away |
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With no word of farewell |
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Will there be not a trace left behind |
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Oh i could've loved you better |
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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 know that was the last thing on my mind |
