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It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand.
In a wink of an 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, didn't mean
to be unkind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You've got reason a-plenty 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, didn't mean
to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a born-in
Without you, without you.

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind?
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean
to be unkind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
That was the last thing on my mind.



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The Last Thing On My Mind
Tom Paxton



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