Are you going away with no word of farewell will there be not a trace left behind
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Well I could've loved you better didn't mean to be unkind
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You know that was the last thing on my mind
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It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand
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In the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand
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Are you going away...
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As I walk alone my thoughts are tumbling round and round round and round
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Underneath my feet a subway's rumbling underground underground
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Are you going away...
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You got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know
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The weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go
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Are you going away...
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You know that was the last thing on my mind
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Last Thing On My Mind
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Jan Howard |