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 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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I could have loved you better,
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I 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 going,
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This I know, this I know,
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And the weeks 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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I could have loved you better,
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I 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 are a-tumbling,
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Round and round, round and round,
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Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling,
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Underground, underground;
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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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I could have loved you better,
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I 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 with no word of farewell,
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Will there be not a trace left behind?
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I could have loved you better,
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I didn't mean to be unkind,
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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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| Chris De Burgh |
