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 reasons 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
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The Last Thing On My Mind
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| Glen Campbell |
