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It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of any eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As we walk on my thoughts keep a-tumbling
Round and round, round and round
Underneath the subway is rumbling
Underground, underground
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You've got reason aplenty for going
This I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing
Please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, I didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
