It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, oh it's made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul keeps on turning In your hand, in your hand Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace for me to find Well I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind Oh you must know it was the last thing on my mind As we walked all my thoughts they are a tumbling down down Round and around, round and round And underneath I hear the subway's trumblin' Underground, underground Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind Well I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind You've got reasons of plenty for going This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growing Please don't grow, please don't grow Are you going away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left to find Well I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind
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