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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 a 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 with no word 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, didn't mean
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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 going,
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This I know, this I know
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For the weeds have been steadily growing,
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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 have loved you better, didn't mean
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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 dies a born-in
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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 have loved you better, didn't mean
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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.
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The Last Thing On My Mind
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| Tom Paxton |
