It's a lesson too late for the learning
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Made of sand, oh it's made of sand
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In the wink of an eye my soul keeps on 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 for me to find
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Well I could have loved you better
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I didn't mean to be unkind
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Oh you must know it was the last thing on my mind
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As we walked all my thoughts they are a tumbling down down
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Round and around, round and round
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And underneath I hear the subway's trumblin'
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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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Well 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 of 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 grow, please don't grow
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Are you going away with no word of farewell
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Will there be not a trace left to find
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Well 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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| Electric Light Orchestra |
