It's a lesson too late for the learnin'
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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 goin' away with no word of farewell
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Will there be not a trace left behind?
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Well I should have 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've got reasons a-plenty for goin'
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This I know, this I know
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For the weeds have been steadily growin'
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Please don't go, please don't go.
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Are you goin' 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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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 I lie in my bed in the mornin'
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Without you, without you
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Each song in my breast dies of bornin'
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Without you, without you
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Are you goin' away with no word of farewell
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Will there be not a trace left behind?
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Well I should have 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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THE LAST THING ON MY MIND
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| Peter, Paul & Mary |
